"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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Moving Against the Tide in 2015

Stugots26

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It's tough to be a man and a DJ these days. I give all the real DJs on this forum credit for swimming upstream against raging currents.

Remember the current definition of feminism: Maximizing constraints on male sexuality and minimizing constraints on female sexuality.

On the same day, the following two stories hit:

Number One:

http://wtvr.com/2015/08/24/odu-sexually-suggestive-banners/

I can't help but smile at the antics. Once upon a time at my frat chapter, I planned and executed a MILF party for Parents Weekend. More than one mom came out with her daughter.

The university tosses around words like sexual assault and sexual harassment way too freely. A$$hole tactic? Yes. Unapologetically masculine? Yes. Overtly sexual? Yes. None of that qualifies as sexual assault or sexual harassment.

Oh yeah...Nudity? No.

Number Two:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...w-York-60-citiesfor-free-nipple-campaign.html

Women, on the other hand, can freely and publicly shove their ripe or sagging bare breasts in our faces, and we're supposed to just accept it.

I weep for the future of men. Protect your ball$ at all costs.
 

"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.

Read more...

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