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.
His birthdate in his profile says he's mid-thirties. That sounds over 25 to me.
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.
I have other words but I'll refrain from using them right now.
actually that isnt true.
I didn't read that until a very long time after you sent it because I had only made a "drive by" visit. That's why I never answered it.Originally posted by penkitten
actually that isnt true.
because when i first saw that you were back on the site, i sent you a pm because i had missed you and was saying hey wassupp chickie where ya been? telling you i had a new baby and that kind of stuff.
you never wrote me back at all
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.
i havent seen dink, drew , rob , adam , ripp or my old pyscho therpist buddy who i cant even remember his name in years on here.
oh i see, i wasnt sure why you didnt reply to me.