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To all guys out there who are single and ready to mingle. When you're out there in the hard cold world of dating in the new millenium, there are a set of rules one must strictly adhere to. Here is one of said rules:
When you are in the beginning stages of "talking" to a girl, you are in the stage that requires you to watch your back as carefully as possible.
Rule 324:
If the girl invites you out to a social event, where most of the people dont know you, NEVER, EVER go without at least two of your own friends.
Otherwise, your risk being flaked on, and left to your own wits to find someone to strike conversation with, lest you end up looking like the weird new kid at school who cant find anyone to sit with him at lunchtime.
I HESISTANTLY ignored my own advice, and right now Im kicking myself in the ass.
Silly girls, they never change.
Whats up with trying to get me to hold her purse? ugh, fuck that. Ask me to hold your purse while you mingle, and if your not my girlfriend of some sorts, I will literally walk away from your dumb ass.
True story.
Thank god for bumping in to old friends who fed cigarette after cigarette to my akward ass, and also thank god for back ups. Or is that fucked up?
When you are in the beginning stages of "talking" to a girl, you are in the stage that requires you to watch your back as carefully as possible.
Rule 324:
If the girl invites you out to a social event, where most of the people dont know you, NEVER, EVER go without at least two of your own friends.
Otherwise, your risk being flaked on, and left to your own wits to find someone to strike conversation with, lest you end up looking like the weird new kid at school who cant find anyone to sit with him at lunchtime.
I HESISTANTLY ignored my own advice, and right now Im kicking myself in the ass.
Silly girls, they never change.
Whats up with trying to get me to hold her purse? ugh, fuck that. Ask me to hold your purse while you mingle, and if your not my girlfriend of some sorts, I will literally walk away from your dumb ass.
True story.
Thank god for bumping in to old friends who fed cigarette after cigarette to my akward ass, and also thank god for back ups. Or is that fucked up?