taiyuu_otoko
Master Don Juan
Watch your step...
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.
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.
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.
Beats squatting to p!ss as you progressives would have it, fruit loop.There's your idyllic libertarian world of the future - we'll all be walking through sh!t. Government regulation and intervention is the only way to fix the problem.
https://www.nationalgeographic.com/magazine/2017/08/toilet-defecate-outdoors-stunting-sanitation/
I'm sick of your little man-crush on me, you fat, dumb hillbilly - we both know I would beat your ass if we ever met in person.Beats squatting to p!ss as you progressives would have it, fruit loop.
LOL! Oh you would, would ya? Be sure to bring those balls, that big brother keeps in a pretty, little jar with ya, homegirl.I'm sick of your little man-crush on me, you fat, dumb hillbilly - we both know I would beat your ass if we ever met in person.
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.
"Your flush is our rush"@Macaframalama @Bible_Belt Fellas please take your sparing match to PM. This is a thread I would like to comment in without having to close it.winning!
The reason we are not having to cr@p outdoors in the USA is because of guys like these in this Youtube video. It's only 5:27 of your time to watch. My hat really goes off to these guys who do this kind of work. I wish I had the skills to do this.
If I only loved my job half that much..."Your flush is our rush"
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