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.
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.
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.
not really, you could do it about someones travel through space.Originally posted by Fitch
a phiolosophical story?
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Why would he want to write your autobiographyOriginally posted by DJoneday
The epic tale of an emo kid who, day by day, tries to get laid to no success. He writes poems, buys flowers, and draws hearts with soap on their cars, and they just won't take him. One day he goes to jail for indecent exposer from his chick pants being too small, and gets raped. He then starts a relationship with "peaches" from prison. They become an "item."
Read authors like Homer, Plato, Dante, Milton, Emerson and such. Theyre very good philosophical writers, you may find them boring but be open minded.Originally posted by Fitch
a phiolosophical story?
Lol. I was planning on saying that...Originally posted by Vincent
Why would he want to write your autobiography
Oh yeah, and AE
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.
Originally posted by Vincent
Have you ever read the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy?
Just write about the universe. It doesn't have to make any sense, mostly because the universe doesn't make sense.
Write about whatever crosses your mind. The stranger and funnier the better.