5string
Master Don Juan
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Thought you guys might like to read this story.
Thought you guys might like to read this story.
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.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
It's a sad story for sure, but surely described the bond a human can have with a dog.StateOfMind said:Yeah I saw this story on GMA today, pretty crazy and sad. Dogs truly are a Mans best friend.
Very sorry about your dog Karma. I had another German Shepherd several years ago who suddenly went downhill. He was full of tumors. I made the decision to let him go. I went through this door and saw the vets asst with him. He came around the corner and looked at me like he just knew what was going to happen, and it did. I have his ashes in the study at my house. He was one cool dog. Maybe I'll see him again when it's my time for a dirt nap.KarmaSutra said:I've always had dogs.
Always will.
They do nothing but add positivity to your life and help you open to love.
When my Hansel died the Vet would not allow me to hold him while he was put to sleep. He had throat cancer.
That's the biggest regret of my life. That my buddy died without his Daddy to hold him.
I cursed that vet with testicular cancer for it.
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.
Funny you said that. It's in my will to be buried with mine as well. Dogs rule.KarmaSutra said:I have both Hansel and Gretel's ashes kept in beautiful wooden boxes in my apartment.
I'll give everything I own away, but I'll be buried with my dogs' ashes.
No woman has never, nor ever will, come between me and my dogs.
The day they leave you is the price you pay for years of loyalty and love.CLOONEY said:Beautiful 5string, both the story you posted and yours of seeing your dog walk around the corner before he was put to rest.
My dogs have always been my best friends in life, I love them to death. My one is similar to Theo in that story, a spaniel and he is 16 now, so I imagine his time is coming within the next few years at the latest, it is going to be a heartbreaking time and I can't stand to even think about it.
Good luck to the rest of you dog lovers out there, they are truly remarkable creatures and a lot smarter than humans give them credit for.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.