Allaia
Don Juan
Oh that was too cute!
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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.
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.
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.
So far, I'm liking it.mr_elor said:Yeah, female posters are mroe than welcome here, as long as they understand where we're coming from.
Penkitten's cool, if you see the kinds of things she writes you'll get the gist.
But hey, we don't to suddenly force a ton of rules on you, by all means enjoy yourself on here, maybe you'll learn a few things yourself.
Of course it doesn't. Hey, Penkitten found her husband on this site, it could happen to you too!yourunintended said:I think my possession of female genitalia prevents that from happening.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
Maybe for some, but certainly not how I think. I'm not on any crusade to bed a bunch of women. only to be happy with myself and what I deem successful in my own life. To some that success includes trying to bed lots of women.HOMBRE said:Don't you guys believe in a happy medium? What determines the fact that you're REAL men? Is the criteria how many "chicks" you can bed? Wow. I'm impressed.
Well, you sound like a very reasonable man...so what are you doing here?mpimpin said:Maybe for some, but certainly not how I think. I'm not on any crusade to bed a bunch of women. only to be happy with myself and what I deem successful in my own life. To some that success includes trying to bed lots of women.
My father was that type of guy and it only destroyed our family and I imagine he's going to be pretty lonely in a few years.
i assume quite a few LS members will be flocking these boards...HOMBRE said:Well, you sound like a very reasonable man...so what are you doing here?![]()
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.