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.
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.
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.
Pssssttttt.... He can't hear 'ya......Last Man Standing said:Hey nerdy blueyes - thanks for putting me on your ignore list!...
I hope I don't get a warning point for that.Hey nerdy blueyes - thanks for putting me on your ignore list!
And no, I don't want to chat with 16 year old children to satisfy your voyeurism temdencies!!!!!!!
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.
IRC is old school, not too many people would understand it (c'mon, it's text based). A year or two ago someone had a couple of "SoSuave Nights" on Yahoo that went over pretty well. I'd think that more people are using a Yahoo compatible IM than an IRC client.kreuz said:Why not just create a channel on an IRC server and have something a lot easier to use?
they dont offer alot, its free. i can ban troolsFrancisco d'Anconia said:Out of curiosity, is there any security for the user accounts?
yahoo wont let me create a room. aim still lets you.Francisco d'Anconia said:IRC is old school, not too many people would understand it (c'mon, it's text based). A year or two ago someone had a couple of "SoSuave Nights" on Yahoo that went over pretty well. I'd think that more people are using a Yahoo compatible IM than an IRC client.
Im amazed at how immature you guys are...A 25 year old and a 44 year old virgin telling an 18 year old kid that he's nerdy. Good job guys.Originally posted by ThunderMaverick
Hahaha I'll say it!
Last Man Standing said:
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Hey nerdy blueyes - thanks for putting me on your ignore list!
And no, I don't want to chat with 16 year old children to satisfy your voyeurism temdencies!!!!!!!
I hope I don't get a warning point for that.
I'll never do that again! Promise!
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.