Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
Call me non-PC, but I think race is the PERFECT term. We are of the same species, various varieties which we identify by grouping into races. Quarter Horses and Thoroughbreds and Shetland ponies, oh my.Maxtro said:
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Not really. Their is too much variation to have 'races' as they are traditionally viewed. Some blue eyed, blonde haired man from Germany is just as likely to have a closer DNA match to some Black man born in the deepest parts of the Congo, as he is to he's 'fellow' white German man.Maxtro said:
As far as there being RACES, so what? Racial traits are inherited. Inheritance is primarily via DNA. Yes? What we think is "similar" at the DNA level seems pretty irrelevant and probably says a lot about how well we understand the language of DNA more than anything else.Cash said:
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
