penkitten
Master Don Juan
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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.
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.
................................... Andy belted a loud scream "WAIIITTTT!"Interceptor said:...TouchMeThere.
So Andy and Stud stood there mouth agaoe and said: "DO we know you?"
And TouchMeThere said "Yes, you slept me with me once. The two of yous. And then you kicked me to the curb!"
Andy and Stud looked at each other and scratched there heads and said "Was it goodf? 'cause we don't remember....... SWISH!
The sound of a sharp blade came inches away from their face as TouchMeThere screamed "Silence, you scoundrels!! I've been huntung you down for years!! Years! Now I will take my sweet revenge on you!!"
And with that she began swinging wildly at Andy and Stud , chasing after them and leaping high into the air while screaming bloodcurdling screams.
"Die! Die!! You foul , filthy bastard!! You will pay for the insult you have done to me!"
Andy and Stud found themselves in a horrible circumstance!
What a nightmare!!
TouchMethere was about to kill them! When suddenly, out of nowhere........
"who the heck brought back this thread.."DavenJuan said:................................... Andy belted a loud scream "WAIIITTTT!"
full of emotional outrage, tears ran down TouchMethere's cheek while she held the blade over Andys juggler, waiting impatiently for his response..
"I do remember her" he told Stud. "she is that poster from LS that we tracked down and questioned about her strongly opinionated views"
Stud snatched the blade from TouchMethere's hand with a small but effective smile of relief said ........
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
...His d!ck popped up and said...j0n024 said:Look like a fool for he was looking in the mirror and trying to see his future when all of a sudden.....
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.
goddess..of tv that is.. and on her show today, we saw...Gubby said:The apocalypse happens, the universe ends and begins again, the world reappears, loads of sh'it happens and in the end we return to where we were previously, more or less, except that everyone has green skin and Oprah is God.
Satan repent.... then god laughed and took his mask off to show that he was the real satan all this time.... then satan takes off his own mask to show himself as god............ then superman arrived on scene and killed them both.penkitten said:goddess..of tv that is.. and on her show today, we saw...
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.
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.