You shouldn't use it at all...misterethoughts said:As others mentioned. It's great for creativity, but should not always be over used.
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.
You shouldn't use it at all...misterethoughts said:As others mentioned. It's great for creativity, but should not always be over used.
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.
How's that? I know some guys who do weed and a pretty chill...Darth said:Getting high on drugs is very un Don Juan.
And how is that exactly? There is no exact definition for a Don Juan, except that a Don Juan is someone who seduces women. That is all. Smoking weed has nothing to do with it; it doesn't make me a good role model for little kids, but it doesn't stop me from being a Don Juan. Are you going to tell me cussing is un Don Juan like too? You have to fight for the fairer justice? You have to believe in God? You should just stop talking period, you're saying some very foolish foolish things.Darth said:Getting high on drugs is very un Don Juan.
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.
What a narrow minded statement.apusislaya said:You just parroting what TV says. If you knew and was aware what weed is for you'd have a different attitude, in fact you wouldn't be a slave. :kick: