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.
Your dating a Sista? Good for you homie. I now have new respect for you despite what they say about ya on this here forum.Originally posted by eternal
Funny, soon someone is gonna be posting on how me and my friend (white guys) steal the black girls (his wife and my girlfriend are black.)
"If your rap is crappy, her pussy ain't getting your tappy."
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.
ahh, yeah some do. I have one who is only 105lbs and if it wasn't for all the money she has I wouldn't be there. But those perks like driving her new suv for the last 3 months and her owning 3 houses and shyt make up for it.
Yeah. I would close the thread, but I want to see some of the replies. Hoping this pans out the way I think it will. If not, I'll lock it soon.Originally posted by Don Juanabbe
A Canuck pops his head in.......
What the f*ck is up with some of the language on here?
Negro, coloured? What the f*ck is that sh*t? That kinda language would get you bottled where I come from.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
) I think that racism is stupid and should be left back in the 20th century but unfortuanately it will never die out and we always have ethoncentric people.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.