Shiftkey
Master Don Juan
Thanks for digging this up, I haven't read this one.
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.
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.
My alarm bell rang when I read "Blitzkrieg of complaints"... (which he can't even type right).I finally busted up the all woman management at my former apartment complex. My former apartment complex advertised itself as first class for service and quality. To my dismay it came short, so I brought it to the attention of the all woman management there, and was not satisfied with the response I was receiving from them. Hence, I sent letters to there corporate office and got the usually, "we are really sorry and will do our best to resolve this situation." Well, of course, with me, you take care of something I ask for efficiently and effectively or I unleash a blitzkreig of complaints...and so I did upon this apartment complex. I sent in lawyers, the Better Business Bureau, the local apartment association, and the Housing and Urban Development Agency, and moved myself out of the apartment complex to a better one. Now, even though I was living in my new apartment complex, I continued to battle my old one, and just recently I have received information that the all woman management has collapsed. Yes, victory is sweet. The property manager of my old apartment complex has quit "due to a stress related cause" and her staff broke out fighting one another and the leasing consultant quit "due to a stress related cause". Now, only one woman remains to manage the entire complex. Hey, ladies, if you can't provide quality service as advertised don't expect me to NOT to take you to task.
It sounds to me like he stood his ground towards immoral business practices, and shook up the hive of corporate money-grubbers who treat their customers like dirt. Thats not being an a$$hole in my book. Thats being a man, and standing up to people trying to jerk you around. I dont think he did that to maliciously hurt people, but more to protest inadequecies in a company who were not living up to their promises.nkh78h said:This pretty much sums him up as a person. In Germany, we have special term for that, called "Schadenfreude" (which describes a person, who derives great joy from others misfortunes which they often help to cause in the first place).
In simpler terms: I (as a man) would describe him simply as an a$$h0le / killjoy, whom I would avoid having around me @ any cost, whether his "heart is in the right place" or not...
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.