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.
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’s a great point. Be a lot easier to red pill her if she were a boy. But I think she’s going to be one fine woman when she gets older. I just have that feeling maybe I’m biased though LOL
Imo your kids should be raised well enough to take the right lessons from fiction at any age. A parenting failure isn't letting your kids see something mature rated, it's them somehow not knowing that TV doesn't translate 1:1 to real life lmao.
The biggest advantage you could teach her is probably moderation, most people have to learn it the hard way, but if she leaves the house understanding the middle ground, she'll turn out fine