When Is "For Better or Worse" Not Really True in Marriage?
Divorce Changes Everything You Thought You Knew About Love and Dating
Your Boyfriend Is Not Going to Marry You
Things I Learned About Myself, Post-Divorce
The Ashley Madison Hack Made Me Rethink My Marriage
My 30-Second Secret to a Happy Marriage
10 Ways My Husband and I Are Just Like an Old Married Couple
14 Lessons from Wives Who Think That Marriage Is "Easy"
Compatibility: The Real Key to Happily Ever After
My 5 Biggest Fears as a Divorced Parent
9 Ways to Spice Up Your Relationship After You Have Reproduced
Confession: I Am Not Attracted to Attractive Men
Apparently "Wife Bonuses" Are a Thing Now
Stop Lying to Your Husband About the Little Things
Reinventing Myself in My Ex-Husband's World
What I've Learned About Dating as a Middle-Aged Mom of Six
lol all good, it happens. Look at it this way: the place was a massive sausage-fest and you did more than any of the other hundred+ sausages there had the balls to do. That’s pretty badass. And they all SAW it because they’re all thinking “fuck, why don’t WE have the balls to approach those girls like these guys do?? These guys are pimps!!”
“He’s like “dude, that was awesome. You opened them. We’re rockstars in this club right now. Look at all these faggots in their nice clothes just standing around. We’ve literally talked to -all- the girls in this place.””
lol exactly. If there had been more girls there to make it worth staying, you could’ve ridden that social proof into some good shit and snowballed the night into something epic. But hey, no reason to stay in a sausage-fest like that.
“maybe it was the slight buzz of alcohol, but I shit you not, I became a warrior in that pass.”
lol at this point you’ve warmed up your social muscles a bit and collected some good reference experience plus you have the fury/intent of being in a bar with some hot girls intead of stuck in a sausage-fest, so your brain is like “alright, let’s do this shit!”
“that resistance from the other night? Gone. Replaced by — it wasn’t attraction — but just this sort of open-mindedness.”
lol this will keep improving. These days I generally have to purposely say REALLY obnoxious/asshole-ish things for a set to snub me hard. Like 90% of the time sets are receptive to me chatting them up. This wasn’t the case when I started…at all. lol
“it felt like…’all right kid, you’ve got a few minutes — WOW us.””
Divorce Changes Everything You Thought You Knew About Love and Dating
Your Boyfriend Is Not Going to Marry You
Things I Learned About Myself, Post-Divorce
The Ashley Madison Hack Made Me Rethink My Marriage
My 30-Second Secret to a Happy Marriage
10 Ways My Husband and I Are Just Like an Old Married Couple
14 Lessons from Wives Who Think That Marriage Is "Easy"
Compatibility: The Real Key to Happily Ever After
My 5 Biggest Fears as a Divorced Parent
9 Ways to Spice Up Your Relationship After You Have Reproduced
Confession: I Am Not Attracted to Attractive Men
Apparently "Wife Bonuses" Are a Thing Now
Stop Lying to Your Husband About the Little Things
Reinventing Myself in My Ex-Husband's World
What I've Learned About Dating as a Middle-Aged Mom of Six
lol all good, it happens. Look at it this way: the place was a massive sausage-fest and you did more than any of the other hundred+ sausages there had the balls to do. That’s pretty badass. And they all SAW it because they’re all thinking “fuck, why don’t WE have the balls to approach those girls like these guys do?? These guys are pimps!!”
“He’s like “dude, that was awesome. You opened them. We’re rockstars in this club right now. Look at all these faggots in their nice clothes just standing around. We’ve literally talked to -all- the girls in this place.””
lol exactly. If there had been more girls there to make it worth staying, you could’ve ridden that social proof into some good shit and snowballed the night into something epic. But hey, no reason to stay in a sausage-fest like that.
“maybe it was the slight buzz of alcohol, but I shit you not, I became a warrior in that pass.”
lol at this point you’ve warmed up your social muscles a bit and collected some good reference experience plus you have the fury/intent of being in a bar with some hot girls intead of stuck in a sausage-fest, so your brain is like “alright, let’s do this shit!”
“that resistance from the other night? Gone. Replaced by — it wasn’t attraction — but just this sort of open-mindedness.”
lol this will keep improving. These days I generally have to purposely say REALLY obnoxious/asshole-ish things for a set to snub me hard. Like 90% of the time sets are receptive to me chatting them up. This wasn’t the case when I started…at all. lol
“it felt like…’all right kid, you’ve got a few minutes — WOW us.””