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.
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.
No doubt.Ain't no fitness model but it'll do.
No doubt.
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.
Yea, the teeth caught my eye too. I do not see anything wrong with her eyes though. No one's perfect, but we'll see. I'm no Mr. Olympia, so whatever happens, happens. She's within 30 mins., so that's a plus.Something is fvcked with her teeth and eyes. Other than that, have a good date, escalate, bang her and spin her as a plate. And keeping adding more chicks.
Everyone has to start somewhere in this dating game and I've smashed slightly worse than her.
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.
Good deal man. Get out there and have fun. To expectations other than escalation (if the date is going well).Yea, the teeth caught my eye too. I do not see anything wrong with her eyes though. No one's perfect, but we'll see. I'm no Mr. Olympia, so whatever happens, happens. She's within 30 mins., so that's a plus.
One of the ladies I am talking to is half jew half italian (didn't even know they made those) and still lives at home in her 30's. The living with parents thing bothers me, but she's only 8 miles away. I am supposedly seeing her tomorrow. We'll see. I've dating jews and italians and they seem like nothing but trouble. Trying to go into it with an opened mind. I've skipped most who've messaged me who've are living with parents. However, she's been messaging me for a few months on different platforms and I'd thought to give it a shot and see where it goes.
That's the plan. A little older than I originally wanted, but I thought it could be a stepping stone to get back to younger ladies. This also assumes they still look like their pics.Good deal man. Get out there and have fun. To expectations other than escalation (if the date is going well).
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.
Like I always say, they are either fvckable or not fvckable. No in between. If they are fvckable and fun, continue but proceed with caution as always.6/10 on my scale. I'd do it.
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.