I take it that ur 90 days is over.
I see I haven’t missed much.
Regale us with some stories.
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.
I take it that ur 90 days is over.
I see I haven’t missed much.
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.
Hush now boy.Just spaz telling people to live their "purpose," and then stand around and soak up the pvssy.
The only fools that follow SpAzzhats advice are the same incels that mother nature intended to weed their shiit tier genes out of existence anyway.Just spaz telling people to live their "purpose," and then stand around and soak up the pvssy.
Right. I'm doing my best to be an outkast.Your purpose is to get married, have kids, carry on your genes and be a productive member of society.
Mother nature will always weed out crap genes like single 4 life men sent on their way.
Serve your purpose as mother nature intended.
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.
Okay, little spazey. No more logic for you. You pooped out? You had a long day?Hush now boy.
And don't be overly jealous that I can and you can't.
You must seriously think that I even care.Okay, little spazey. No more logic for you. You pooped out? You had a long day?