MrCode
Senior Don Juan
Others have flamed you enough, so I'll just say that since you've gotten rid of the Big V you should now try to learn how to have sex with women who don't require payment for 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.
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.
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.
Wel;l, she told ME that she doesn't ever get laid so she was happy that I was there to **** her, but I'm starting to think that she may have been lying . . .one question. was she loose?
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Yeah. My story will be, "I'll never forget my first time . . . I had to give up my cellphone money and it was turned off for a month."Originally posted by DJSmooth
I agree. Give him a break, he's celebrating. Fair enough, not much DJing, but this adds a whole new meaning to 'you never forget your first time'
You're starting to "think" she was lying. The girl is a ****ing hooker man. Do the math (assuming you can at all). Wake up.Originally posted by sfalexi
Wel;l, she told ME that she doesn't ever get laid so she was happy that I was there to **** her, but I'm starting to think that she may have been lying . . .
And I'm glad I could help, Icy.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
I was being sarcastic. It's hard to do over the internet without facial expressions/tones of voice. I pretty much figured that everything she was telling me was just business (everything from "I don't get laid very often" to "This is such a big ****, I bet you keep the ladies satisfied", etc. etc. etc.Originally posted by TillTheEndOfTime
You're starting to "think" she was lying. The girl is a ****ing hooker man. Do the math (assuming you can at all). Wake up.
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.