TheLadiesMan
Master Don Juan
Still without a pack of Newports. Feeln.... ok.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
Hang in there, rustler. I have been tobacco-free ONE YEAR this week, after burning them for almost 23 years.TheLadiesMan said:Still without a pack of Newports. Feeln.... ok.
Dilberto said:Hang in there, rustler. I have been tobacco-free ONE YEAR this week, after burning them for almost 23 years.
My experience:
First week was TOTAL HELL. For me, the urge to automatically light-up was absolutely maddening. I ended-up relying heavily on nicotine gum, for the first three months. It helped. Now, I don't even think about cigarettes.
After six months, I realized I gained 65lbs. Not good. I strained and grunted at everything from picking objects up, to tying my own shoes. My waist went up four sizes. It sucked buying new(larger) clothes every month. Then- I made the investment......I bought myself a high-end($700) mountain bike. Getting myself to ride it regurlarly took TONS of willpower, from my lazy ass.
At eight months, I had a full physical exam done- to assess the damage weight-gain and prolonged tobacco use had brought. It was an eye opener. My lung capacity was so poor......I had extreme difficulty blowing-up a small balloon, and almost collapsed on the treadmill. Doc said to take 2000mg of vitamin C daily, eat more veggies and start exercising........or I would be dead by age 55. I took his advice.
Four months later- I can ride my bike to ascend a 10% grade for four miles, without rest. My post-smoking weight gain is completely GONE....and then some. My waist size is now 32 inches, and I now realize I have a set of ripped abs. Doc said keep up the balanced diet, exercise and supplements, and my body should heal like it never smoked......within five years.
I finally did the math on my spending, while addicted to tobacco. The money I spent on cancer sticks could have easily gone to my retirement nest-egg. I estimated I spent over $20k on systematically killing myself. If I invested that money in a moderate-risk, growth Mutual Fund.......I would now have almost $100k!
....well, it's never too late!
Kick The Butts......for good.
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.
Ahahahaha, I didn't use drugs for like 6 months after watching that movie, scared the sh!t out of me.Jon55 said:Kinda like never having done drugs, and then watching Requiem for a Dream.