ERB
Don Juan
looking at the bottom of the forum at the activity counter. I see members, guests and robots. What are robots?
"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"
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.
Members, guests and robots?
- Thread starter ERB
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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.
taiyuu_otoko
Master Don Juan
TheVirtualMind
Master Don Juan
logicallefty
Moderator
Oh sh|t I thought they were sex robots looking for buyers. I guess i need to stop hitting on them and sending them my d|ck pics
backseatjuan
Banned
Ah, the future or robotic sex! I bet there will be hackers in the future, which will hack sex robots, and instead of you fvcking Harmony in her nice silicone pvssy, Harmony will insert carrot in your butt, and piss in your mouth with warm motoroil.
"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.
taiyuu_otoko
Master Don Juan
Imagine the horror stories. You're banging your sex robot, just about to nut, and the hackers make your mom's voice come out of the robot and tell you to take out the trash or something. Or their vajayjay turns into a cheesegrater or something.