CapedCrusader08
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All this. This anxiety,this fear,this not moving foward,this not knowing who I am,and what my true principles/morals are. This lack of self confidence,this whatever it is.
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.
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.
CC08; Remember what I said about being grateful for even having a right hand to jerk off with? What do you have to say now?I'd love for anyone to watch this then counter with something as idiotic as:
"I, I just can't approach. I'm not _____________ (insert useless adjective here) enough. "
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.
I visit this basketball forum and there's this guy with the exact same name as yours, I was thinking "I swear I've seen his name before." Well not exactly the same name, he doesn't have the 08, I just thought it was too much of a coincidence as I've never seen anyone else with the name CapedCrusader beforeCapedCrusader08 said:No.not a raptors fan,don't really follow basketball,why do you ask?
You're making the same mistake every second of every day.Oh,yeah,I put myself down,not confidently,that's what caused this one girl I was with before to leave me. I now realize the mistake I made.Well,as in not to do it again.
YOU said it. You're acting as though, if you found a girl right now and got laid, it would solve your problems. Its been proven that it hasn't. If you find a girl right now, she will dump you in no time flat. Then where will you be? Not only lonely and miserable, but heartbroken at the same time. Fix your brain first. So many of us here have been trying to drill this shyt into your head. How can you not want to wake up tommorrow in a good mood?I finally got laid. It didn't solve my problems for me,which is why she left.
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'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.