PrettyBoyAJ
Master Don Juan
When you find your real wife you would be willing to move with her. This girl juat wasnt it.
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.
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 respect this comment and agree with it to a degree. But the thing is whether you think one is "the one" or not, women are a gamble. And while I do believe I would be content spending my life with this girl, I just can't put all my eggs in this basket under these circumstances. Moving to Mexico just is not practical.PrettyBoyAJ said:When you find your real wife you would be willing to move with her. This girl juat wasnt it.
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.
Hey man thanks and sorry for your loss as well.HeMan said:sorry to hear that dude
i just had similar experience with overseas girlfriend apart from her being deported
we had to marry in short space of time otherwise she would get kicked out country
marriage was a huge step in such a small space of time but i really loved her too
basically due to so much pressure over it we ended up breaking up and she went home..
dam its tough especially when you love each other so much
best way to stay positive is to reaslise deep down how hard overseas romances are. they will be completely dependent on you without there families here that causes huge amount of pressure. was she close to her family ?
Well at this point I'm glad I didn't cause at the time I wasn't aware of these harsh immigration laws. Even if I would have she STILL would have to go back to Mexico and wait 10 years before legally being able to reenter.MyTeamSupreme said:if you knew she wasnt a citizen why were you dragging your feet to marry her
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.