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.
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.
DO NOT FALL FOR THE CREDIT CARD, LOAN, AND PERSONAL LOAN OFFERS THAT BANKS ARE GOING TO OFFER YOU. THEY ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS. I cannot stress that enough. Ten minutes to max out a credit card, ten years to pay it off.itishe said:I'm graduating from highschool this year and want to know what it's like from someone who has.
Ramble on as much as you like from this point on.
I agree with that and can't stress it enough. I lived the high life in college because of credit cards, loans etc... Its not worth the years of agony that follow. Now I live without credit and if I want something expensive, I either save up for it or I get a big fat contract so I can buy it cash.fresh_to_death said:DO NOT FALL FOR THE CREDIT CARD, LOAN, AND PERSONAL LOAN OFFERS THAT BANKS ARE GOING TO OFFER YOU. THEY ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS. I cannot stress that enough. Ten minutes to max out a credit card, ten years to pay it off.
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.