Shiftkey
Master Don Juan
Thanks for digging this up, I haven't read this one.
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.
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.
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...
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.