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.
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.
Thats cos I tell it like it is an I have balls to get the women. My advice is contraversial and ppl try to censor me but it is cos they are scared to break the AFC chains!IsiMan84 said:I only say this because there are some people treating Dr. Beard like the messiah.
Has that been it all this time? Well that explains a lot. I'll gladly second that.DrBeard said:I am too focked on drugs to kno what I am doin!
Hahahaha that does explain alot....don't go beating the sh1t out of any cops today Beard while you're so messed up.....IsiMan84 said:Has that been it all this time? Well that explains a lot. I'll gladly second that.
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.
My real opinion is, you should stop complaining, behave like a man, and if you don't like your workplace, then quit.( . )( . ) said:Oh yeah and hows that real opinion going?
Good advice!diplomatic_lies said:My real opinion is, you should stop complaining, behave like a man, and if you don't like your workplace, then quit.
diplomatic_lies said:My real opinion is, you should stop complaining, behave like a man
Jariel said:Good advice!
A few weeks ago my girlfriend was whining because she'd been told that her favourite glittery shoes were inappropriate for work and she must wear plain black shoes.
Same argument, same girly whining.
( . )( . ) said:Agreed, like I said It was a stupid question, must have gone bananas temporarily.
Relax I'm e-cool like yous 2 again. No more "whiney" questions either, I want to behave like a man.
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.
While blatantly honest, still pretty gross.KarmaSutra said:I don't have any hair on the top of my dome (to fvck nature) and usually keep my facial stuff trimmed low. Not for societal obligation or fvcking approval but for the fact that I don't want pvssy juice slathered all over my beard looking like day old egg whites on my mush.
That is the ONLY reason I don't have a Grizzly Adams style beard.