Dimebag_Darrell
Banned
But being busy doing fun sh*t with friends has made not give a damn about girls....I don't really care about those *****s anymore...all I wanna do is chill, relax, and drink burr.
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.
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.
Haha, chubby bunnyOriginally posted by Need-2-B-Pimpin
I second that, chubby bunny. With guys, humor is more humorous.
I used to think that way simply by default, but I've actually gotten bored over the break. (Spring Break will be different, I'll be able to drive), but I'm actually looking forward to the challenge and the lack of stagnation and boredom that school and activity brings about in life.too bad I go back to school tomorrow....back to bullsh*t.
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.
My spanish teacher is a flaming homosexual (literally). The man gives great fashion tips, though.Originally posted by Need-2-B-Pimpin
ya got that right...damn Spanish teachers!![]()