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"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
"She's Out of Your League"
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.
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user43770
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"Tripping about them hoes? You better leave that sh1t to beaver."
backseatjuan
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Don't smoke cigarettes, don't take any drugs, don't go out at night, just fck.
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user43770
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I appreciate you putting me on Davepeo. Bunch of good stuff there. I'm on a metal tip these days
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
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user43770
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Other part of me
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user43770
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"put the raw in the wind like missiles"
backseatjuan
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backseatjuan
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"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"
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.
backseatjuan
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There was this movement during world war 2, long story short, this ukranian dude named bandera welcomed nazis with arms wide open. He joined SS and began policing ukraine, killing jews in most brutal ways possible, like burning them alive, and mass murdering. Here is a picture of his crimes in babiy yar Ukraine -
This movement in Ukraine is called bandera, and essentially it is nazi collaborators and mass murderers, and they view in them ukranian freedom movement. This movement is still alive, and they still commit crimes. Obviously, just like any nazi retards, they deny everything, hitler good, just misunderstood. Yet, they commit nazi crimes today.
This song is about them, here is lyrics.
We always will be there. [The voice from the movie "Assassination. An Autumn Murder in Munich" about Stepan Bandera]
Maybe it was predestined for me
To follow you through the forests muffled in gloom till the end of my days,
To put my fire on the other side of the valley.
To dart off and run to your fire-place in the morning,
To touch with my face alder-trees that are silent witnesses of embraces.
Maybe there in downhearted lands of silence
I will follow you through the forests muffled in gloom too.
And I will look for your vestige in dewy grass in the morning
Here they bury man alive.
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It's some sick sht you listen to, kiddo.
This movement in Ukraine is called bandera, and essentially it is nazi collaborators and mass murderers, and they view in them ukranian freedom movement. This movement is still alive, and they still commit crimes. Obviously, just like any nazi retards, they deny everything, hitler good, just misunderstood. Yet, they commit nazi crimes today.
This song is about them, here is lyrics.
We always will be there. [The voice from the movie "Assassination. An Autumn Murder in Munich" about Stepan Bandera]
Maybe it was predestined for me
To follow you through the forests muffled in gloom till the end of my days,
To put my fire on the other side of the valley.
To dart off and run to your fire-place in the morning,
To touch with my face alder-trees that are silent witnesses of embraces.
Maybe there in downhearted lands of silence
I will follow you through the forests muffled in gloom too.
And I will look for your vestige in dewy grass in the morning
Here they bury man alive.
В Сети появилось видео с украинскими силовиками, которые заживо похоронили ополченца 20-06-2016
Подлинность этого видео устанавливается.
It's some sick sht you listen to, kiddo.
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user43770
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The lyrics you posted aren't sick. From everything I've read about the band, they're supposedly apolitical.
backseatjuan
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backseatjuan
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"Stop Asking Your Friends What to Text Her"
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.
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user43770
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Makes me feel like my body is going to explode. Good workout song. Or sex song. Or driving song.
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user43770
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The 80s was my favorite decade.
AttackFormation
Master Don Juan
Ho problem aint no problem, dont hate the game cause that aint gonna solve em...
Deh you need to let that mother****er GO...
@rando5495 are you kidding me?! look what Britain has really exported:
Cover that sh!t (with a video fitting for SoSuave):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQYzBm8J4M4
Deh you need to let that mother****er GO...
@rando5495 are you kidding me?! look what Britain has really exported:
Cover that sh!t (with a video fitting for SoSuave):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQYzBm8J4M4
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Might as well
"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.