arodinpinstripes
Don Juan
I just got a ticket for going 60 in a 30. I can pay the money but I don't want my dad to find out, If i Pay with my checking account he will find out and.... does it appear on insurance?
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.
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.
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.
I went 101 in a 60 and ended up with a ticket for $350 and 4 points. The insurence would have been up to the roof. Instead i paid a lawyer $1200 and he nagotiated it down to $60 speeding ticket (no points). I don't think insurence even knows about it yat.flippinfreak said:I went 140 and rolled a truck over in a 40 zone. I got a fine for driving over the speed limit but nothing went on record.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Go to court.arodinpinstripes said:OK I told my Dad, He wants me 2 pay it all n all that crap but How do I lower the payment
Its 40km/h for school zone here. And yeah, in suburban areas its 50km/h and it goes to 80km/h on the "highways" (outskirts of town and on connectiong roads).flippinfreak said:In canada a school zone is 30kmph... less than 20mph(School zone?)
30mph is nearly 50kmph thats like the top speed limit of the entire town I live in.
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.
Your insurance will go up, no matter what state you live in, unless you are eligible for traffic court, in which case it won't appear on your record, and your insurance premium won't go up.not only does it appear on insurence but your insurence might go up (depending on the law around your state...)