Travel memoir21
Master Don Juan
There planning on bringing MySpace back...I never really had an account back then. Is MySpace worth the hype?
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.
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.
Did you have your account back in the day? I know I didn’t.Wasn't aware that it ever vanished completely
Yeah, I did. It may still even be activeDid you have your account back in the day? I know I didn’t.
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.
I think the idea was to limit it to .edu so that it could work out the kinks.MySpace made its way back when Facebook required a .edu email to join. Then Zuck realized he could open it up to everyone to farm their data and make himself a billionaire.
They also didnt control spamming. DJs, club promoters, and strippers would send everyone messages constantly.MySpace was basically Facebook before Facebook. The problem with MySpace is that there was too much leeway in allowing users to amp up their pages, and it looked like sheet.
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.
Presumably Colbie Cailat is still releasing tunes on this platform alsoMaybe that guy T o m will still be my friend lol.
Hmm, I never got any strippers messaging me. I would have asked if the gal does nightcaps.They also didnt control spamming. DJs, club promoters, and strippers would send everyone messages constantly.
So even back in the 2000s, your enthusiasm for approaching out in the wild was STILL more non-existent than Corey Feldman's "acting" career, post-Licencse To Drive?Hmm, I never got any strippers messaging me. I would have asked if the gal does nightcaps.![]()
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Commander Keen is the SH1T!!!!I don't remember much about 90s/00s slow dial-up internet. I remember you had AOL online, or you'd use a CD drive, which was the big thing back then to load up programs and connect to the internet. MySpace feels like a dinosaur. Don't feel much nostalgia to early internet days but they made life more interesting as a teenager/young adult. Even extremely low res graphics were a treat in those days.
I went to a high school in Atlanta that was about 60-70% Black, and I ended up in the romanticized “gangster” social circle. My MySpace consisted of pictures of Dwyane Wade and Lebron James, Black models in bikinis because I was in love with Black women, and New York rap. Hindsight is 20/20, but I can see how it was detrimental to my own identity and love prospects at the time lolThe "online now" that would flash next to someone's name was stalkerrific.
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Keep in mind this was in the day and age of desktop computers. So you knew someone was home, and not out with someone else.
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.