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Luke lives in Toronto.......so DjDan, we're looking at you to help him out! lol
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.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Luke Skywalker said:Quicksilver also lives in Toronto too.
Anyway, I've determined to go through my own crash and burn approaches - after all, there is only one thing worst than rejection - that's picking up a psycho who messes with your head and your life.
No, maybe the 3rd or 4th after you and a couple other guys. At least LUKE's threads are funny, he can't be a real person. I gave him some advice too but now I'm pretty convinced he's one of the best trolls on here. At least his posts have entertainment value, where yours have nothing at all.Ultimate Player said:most useless loser on this site
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.
mutambo said:Dude....... telling your parents you love to masturbate. I fell of my chair
I wish you the best.
That's NOTHING. They don't know I have a fleshlight in the basement, or even used that thing once (didn't work well though as I just wasn't able to maintain an erection and I got so grossed out I had diareah and vomiting and had to see the doctor about stomach flue and took plenty of pepto-bismo. Indirectly my masturbating habit is at bay since I may threaten to use the fleshlight on me in time to gross me out).MooseGod said:Holy crap this thread is priceless... dude, you seriously 'came out' about masturbating to your parents? Give yourself a pat on the back, just be sure to wash your hands first. :crackup: