We’re just all sitting here having some girl talk
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Marriage vs. Addiction: Winning the Battle for Love
Marriage Without Intimacy: Can Love Survive the Distance?
Holding On or Letting Go: When Addiction Tests a Marriage
The Marriage We Almost Lost: How Unemployment Changed Everything
Marriage And Chaos: Finding Common Ground in Parenting
He Seemed Interested. So Why Didn’t He Call?
Online Dating Isn’t Desperation
Changing Your Dating Approach
Why Modern Dating is More Complicated Than Ever
Dating Someone With Debt
Marriage vs. Parenthood: Life After Having a Baby
The Fine Line Between Casual Dating and Commitment
How to Handle the Truth After Discovering a Betray
Me and Mark are going to go out, when one of Mark’s friends hits him up. His friend Roger wants to come hang with us and talk to girls or whatever. So fine, after a sojourn at Roger’s house, we all head to the club. Mark has talked Ronnie up to me for awhile — ‘he’s slept with like 200 girls’ type of stuff. I was excited to meet him. Maybe I could learn something.
Turns out, Roger’s a really good looking guy. Whatever, he could still have mucho insight into the bodacious art scoring with chicks. We all get to the club and get inside. Roger elects to sit at some tables for a bit, and he says he’s gonna ‘show us the ropes.’ 30 minutes go by with him talking about life, and I’m starting to notice that none of this shit makes sense to me. It’s all woo-woo ‘just be yourself’ shit. Mark is enthralled, though. At the end of the half hour (I was checking), he lets slip that he ‘lets the girls come to him.’ At that point, I’m like ‘well I can’t learn anything from this guy.’ He starts talking more than a little shit about the whole cold approach attitude. I have my quota of sets to open, and I’m done talking to a dude who is going to just sit and stare at chicks all night.
I go and open a set — a 6, a 5.5, a 7, and a 7.5 at a table. By now, I can say the opener in my sleep, and I do the whole 45 degree angle, over the head style. I’ve also just started naturally talking really fucking loud. So, I address the 7.5. with the drug dealer opener.
Her: Hmmm, (a quirked grin) I don’t know, what do you guys think…
(her friends erect a wall of apathetic bitch pikes against my cavalry charge)
Me: (pointing to 5.5) Hey, are you a hairdresser?
5.5: (flat) No. None of us are hairdressers.
Me: (grinning huge) You’re a fucking firecracker.
6: You should go away.
Me: (feigning intense sadness, tilting head) Why?
(7 snickers, 7.5 is remaining silent…)
7: Well you know, we’re just all sitting here having some girl talk.
Marriage Without Intimacy: Can Love Survive the Distance?
Holding On or Letting Go: When Addiction Tests a Marriage
The Marriage We Almost Lost: How Unemployment Changed Everything
Marriage And Chaos: Finding Common Ground in Parenting
He Seemed Interested. So Why Didn’t He Call?
Online Dating Isn’t Desperation
Changing Your Dating Approach
Why Modern Dating is More Complicated Than Ever
Dating Someone With Debt
Marriage vs. Parenthood: Life After Having a Baby
The Fine Line Between Casual Dating and Commitment
How to Handle the Truth After Discovering a Betray
Me and Mark are going to go out, when one of Mark’s friends hits him up. His friend Roger wants to come hang with us and talk to girls or whatever. So fine, after a sojourn at Roger’s house, we all head to the club. Mark has talked Ronnie up to me for awhile — ‘he’s slept with like 200 girls’ type of stuff. I was excited to meet him. Maybe I could learn something.
Turns out, Roger’s a really good looking guy. Whatever, he could still have mucho insight into the bodacious art scoring with chicks. We all get to the club and get inside. Roger elects to sit at some tables for a bit, and he says he’s gonna ‘show us the ropes.’ 30 minutes go by with him talking about life, and I’m starting to notice that none of this shit makes sense to me. It’s all woo-woo ‘just be yourself’ shit. Mark is enthralled, though. At the end of the half hour (I was checking), he lets slip that he ‘lets the girls come to him.’ At that point, I’m like ‘well I can’t learn anything from this guy.’ He starts talking more than a little shit about the whole cold approach attitude. I have my quota of sets to open, and I’m done talking to a dude who is going to just sit and stare at chicks all night.
I go and open a set — a 6, a 5.5, a 7, and a 7.5 at a table. By now, I can say the opener in my sleep, and I do the whole 45 degree angle, over the head style. I’ve also just started naturally talking really fucking loud. So, I address the 7.5. with the drug dealer opener.
Her: Hmmm, (a quirked grin) I don’t know, what do you guys think…
(her friends erect a wall of apathetic bitch pikes against my cavalry charge)
Me: (pointing to 5.5) Hey, are you a hairdresser?
5.5: (flat) No. None of us are hairdressers.
Me: (grinning huge) You’re a fucking firecracker.
6: You should go away.
Me: (feigning intense sadness, tilting head) Why?
(7 snickers, 7.5 is remaining silent…)
7: Well you know, we’re just all sitting here having some girl talk.
Début de l'événement
27.03.2022
Fin de l'événement
27.03.2022