Get girls to like you by getting to know and liking yourself first
Picture this: you’re sitting around eating lunch and minding your own business, and some random stranger comes up to you and asks if you feel like pretending to be their mother.
Please be my mother.
And even: You owe me.
You don’t reply immediately. You owe a complete stranger. What day is it? It’s Tuesday.
You owe a complete stranger on a Tuesday.
It’s almost as though a complete stranger has come down in the last shower, so to speak. Instead of replying immediately to the complete stranger, you ask yourself: do I really need this. You already paid more than you’re ever happy about for the sandwich you’re eating, and the fact of the matter is that the sandwich is fucking dry. Fuck a dry sandwich. Imagine you’ve had a wreckage of a morning, and you were thinking: fuck all of this, I’ll go and eat something easy to digest like a sandwich because my stomach feels like pure arse from all this stress. Imagine a dry sandwich isn’t quite doing the job it’s supposed to of reducing the queasy feels in your guts. And neither is the complete stranger fronting you and acting like you owe them because of who you are, that your role is somehow automatically to baby and indulge them, for some unfathomable reason that remains locked within the subconscious mind of this person who would be hard-pressed to be more annoying if they were trying.
Imagine thinking to yourself: Jesus wept. The fuck is it with some people.
Now, imagine if this happens to you every Tuesday from now until the end of your life.
TBC
