You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
I'll be honest, I probably have an aversion to texting since I was rear-ended by a blonde high school chick: 60 on 35mph violence. It took my pride and joy off the road due to a compacted rear-end. Instant karma repayment, though: she punched in her front teeth on the steering wheel.zekko said:Then use the phone. If that's what you want to do, I have no problem with that. As I said, I hate telephones. So I would rather text.
Or she's not interested in you because you're every-other-guy she's ever come in contact with and you're completely uninteresting. Delivery or not, bad is bad.MidnightCity said:never. MOST (INSERT IDIOTIC) women could care less about intellectual wit or banter and i dont blame them (Of course you wouldn't. Why else would you regurgitate the same banality the rest of the herd believes?). wit should be simple, straight forward, and fun (with emphasis on delivery over substance). if she still doesnt respond, you either suck at a good back and forth or she has no sense of humor or most likely shes just not interested.
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.