this one time at band camp etc?Originally posted by Don Pablo
A girl named Lindsey I met in freshman band. She sat in front of me (and played the flute).
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.
this one time at band camp etc?Originally posted by Don Pablo
A girl named Lindsey I met in freshman band. She sat in front of me (and played the flute).
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.
She didn't play it for me. She had an assigned seat in front of me in band class and happed to play the flute. Sitting behind her everyday and seeing that hot ass made me want to take action, so in true nerd fashion I did what I usally do when I want to learn something -- Looked it up on the internet.Originally posted by bollocks
this one time at band camp etc?
yep, i've been there. been lurking for quite some time, decided to pick myself up and get to practicing.Originally posted by eps
This site has done nothing for me but made me go from worshipping women to _not giving a s---_ about them. I just don't care anymore.
Boy! It was pretty damn lame! I was so emotionally attached to women; it got to the point where I was depressed whenever I saw a couple walking together.
Not caring anymore turned out to be a good thing ... I'm now more focused on finishing college and getting into medical school.
I go from wanting women, to not wanting women ... all without ever being with one. I do like to read the threads for fun though. Weird situation? I guess so.
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.
HaHa! My chick was also named Amanda! Slim, model figure with the most amazing Big Green Eyes I have ever seen in my life!Originally posted by PEACEDJ
hahahaha oh man... this brings back a lot of sad but sweet memories. Well, I found this site because of the fact that I couldn't get this chick named Amanda. Man.. I was such an AFC.
Basically I'll put it into a Master Card commercial:
T-shirt for Amanda $55.99
Shoes for Amanda: $98.00
Hours thinking about her Endless
after all that I get a heart break: priceless
there are somethings money can't buy for everything else there's Sosuave.com
haha..
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.
Just sounded like the same type of girl with the same situation that I had. She left me for another guy with out telling me until she was sure they were exclusive, then gave me the boot (Monkey on a tree branch - won't let go of one branch until she firmly holds onto another)Same age DJD, why do you ask?
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.