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.
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.
i'd bet money that that's not her cooker and i'd bet money that the male (probably her brother, or some beta) lit the coals and is really doing the cooking.I bet she cooks meals for a large family.
No single person would buy an industrial sized barbecue smoker like that unless they owned a business.
"Betas" grill the food for the family?i'd bet money that that's not her cooker and i'd bet money that the male (probably her brother, or some beta) lit the coals and is really doing the cooking.
Ain't that nice, all those guys in the holy order of the White Knight's are out in full force to support their female mentors/masters.This one popped up today. The amount of stupid in the comments was overwhelming.
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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.
I'll bet you $100! She borrowed the grill for a party. Next time do some reading so you dont look like an idiot.i'd bet money that that's not her cooker and i'd bet money that the male (probably her brother, or some beta) lit the coals and is really doing the cooking.
eh , I'm ok with looking like an idiot here and thereI'll bet you $100! She borrowed the grill for a party. Next time do some reading so you dont look like an idiot.