diplomatic_lies
Master Don Juan
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i'm a jedi!
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.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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.
Originally posted by I'm Joe Dirt
I am a Counter Intelligence Agent at GEEK SQUAD!
(for those of you who aren't familiar with what Geek Squad is, visit www.geeksquad.com)
Basically I am a service technician, fixing computers, decoding DVD players, etc. in store.
My 14 year old son makes $8 an hour working the cash window at Wendy's.Originally posted by eggnawgkid
I've been pushing in the shopping carts from the parking lot at a grocery store for 4 and a half months. Worst job ever. Luckily I got my friend a job with me about 6 weeks ago so it's a little better now. I have a couple friends that are bus boys at Black Angus and another that makes pizzas so I'm thinking about having them get me a job when school starts.
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.
What are you an arms dealer?Originally posted by Unscarred
I give army stuff to army people...