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.
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 am! what made you question this?!Originally posted by Legend
iqqi i thought you were female?
I am planning to btw. They have more guts that you for sure.Originally posted by Legend
Ice cold go back to hunt in Syberia with all the people you know.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Aww, net brotherhood.Originally posted by Legend
i love you man
ROFLOriginally posted by Legend
hell forget the siberian and beat up the girl
HahahahahahahahaOriginally posted by Legend
hell forget the siberian and beat up the girl
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.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
I'm not saying this is good advice, but when you're with him at school/wherever, remember his buddy's are not around. The question you can ask him then is: "what do you care when your buddies **** me up, and you're already dead?" Especially when you have a 12 gauge in your hands pointed at him.Originally posted by rajiv
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...just to give you people an update. Legend, I followed your advice even after the dude warned me that I was fuking with the wrong person. Yesterday, when I was walking home, he can with some of his guys, who were all carrying knives, and they pushed me against the concrete, and said that I was gonna get my fukin' balls slit. They held me down, and gave me a little cut on my chest for a more "physical" warning. He told me reporting this to the cops would be bad mistake, and that I would get some sick torture. He was laughing the whole time I was getting cut up. Man, I am thinking about killing him I'm so pissed. I know someone who has a 12 gauge shotgun, and I'm thinking of blowing his brains out. Then we'll see who won.
(This post is long because it'll do you a big favor if you read the whole thing with a clear head.)Originally posted by rajiv
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...just to give you people an update. Legend, I followed your advice even after the dude warned me that I was fuking with the wrong person. Yesterday, when I was walking home, he can with some of his guys, who were all carrying knives, and they pushed me against the concrete, and said that I was gonna get my fukin' balls slit. They held me down, and gave me a little cut on my chest for a more "physical" warning. He told me reporting this to the cops would be bad mistake, and that I would get some sick torture. He was laughing the whole time I was getting cut up. Man, I am thinking about killing him I'm so pissed. I know someone who has a 12 gauge shotgun, and I'm thinking of blowing his brains out. Then we'll see who won.
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.