buckwheat18
Don Juan
Sorry i'm not into "illegal" drugsBuckwheat, whatever it is you are smoking, send some my way.
The plates get cleared and the silence lands like a brick. You can feel her waiting. Your brain offers up your commute, your job, the weather — topics that have ended more second dates than bad breath.
Here's what most guys never learn: women hand out free conversational material all night long. Tiny clues about what they actually want to discuss. Catch them and you never run out of things to say — because she's telling you what to say next.
Rule 4 of the "22 Rules" trains your ear to catch every single one.
Sorry i'm not into "illegal" drugsBuckwheat, whatever it is you are smoking, send some my way.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
Again... guns blazing. First... we continue to go back to these assumptions (terrible things those are). I have engaged in four relationships to be exact... all four of them have lasted for at least a year or more. Moreover (moreso directed to the Mrs. in this conversation) I have been engaged once (a lot of people did not know that) and considered marrying twice (did not know that either). I decided against those things simply because I had yet to live. I did not say just leave him for someone else Mrs. (you continue to misinterpret me) I have not denied the fact that he is special to you (we have all been there) all I ways suggesting is that you live a little... you would be surprised what you find out.No wonder you guys suck at relationships. The idea that she is in love with him is a completely foreign concept to you nutjobs, because you guys are so brainwashed by this site. If you would quit being so existential and open your mind you might see her point of view.
actually that wasnt me, that was someone else.Originally posted by tactic
Soo LuvMyArmyMan (I apologize if i spelled your name wrong), you made a statement about why us men at this site suck with relationships. Maybe you can give a detailed explanation of how a real MAN does his job in a relationship.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
You can have a life and be married Metal... but it is not your life anymore... it is yours and your partner's. I have too many things that I wish to accomplish in my own personal life... I have no time to focus on a woman. In marriage... you are considering two people... possibly more. You cannot just do whatever you want anymore because you have other people to consider... I do not want to have to do that. By the time I marry (if there exists a woman crazy enough to marry me) I want to be able to completely focus on her and no secretly wish that I could be by myself to I can achieve a goal. So that is what I mean by "live" Metal. When you marry... your life is not your own anymore... and it should not be. Your life is shared (your's and your partner's) and you cannot just do things on a whim... and right now... I am pretty whimisical. I never said you cannot have a life whilst you are married (assumptions again) I am merely saying that your life is no longer completely your own.Matrix, what is your definition of "live" that can't be done within marriage? Who says you can't have a life and be married?
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.
Coming from her netstalker?Originally posted by deeloo
lol whatever.. i write 1 liners, yet u write essays that has over 2000 words.. who has more of a life.. LMAO.. lady please.. stop makin me laugh miss.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.