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.
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.
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.
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.
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.