Dec 4th, 2004, 09:32 PM
Hey OAO, we're friends now, right? Ok.
The biggest clue when she said that she's more focused on her grades. Who is more interested in their grades than they are in sexing up a compatible partner? It doesn't take that much time. You can still study, ok? If really really really pressed for time you can study with a penis in you TRUST ME I'VE TRIED IT I ATE IT IN SMALL DOSES So, she's basically telling you no. EN-OH: fuck off. MLE explained that right.
I for one, think being direct is a good idea. But you weren't being direct, buddy, you were being overbearing and round-about like an eih-hole, sorry to say. Direct is 'I like you. Does the prospect of spending time with me strike you as anything than completely horrible? Yes? Cool. I have a large penis (THE ONLY way for this line to work is if you say it really quietly and streamed right into the sentence before it, TRUST ME I JERK OFF TWICE A DAY). No? Ok, sorry if I bothered you. ) it's not 'would you like to spend time with me? Would you like to spend time with me? Would you like to spend time with me? Time with me? Headache!"
I don't agree that social games are a good idea, and I don't agree with trying to make a small deal out of something that's important to you, but you're severily lacking in laying out what is basically a good idea. Being direct. Dee-erect, little man! It's all about offence being the best defense. In order for your rod to be a-trusted, you have to learn a few things:
Advice: stop caring if people turn you down. It's going to happen a few times, so just get used to that not everybody will be interested in your gigantic penis, TRUST ME IT'S A LOT TO SWALLOW DOWN Move on in a FLASH. I explain the tactic of karma redirectionI had this uncle that did this 50 years ago: on a social gathering amongst students, there was this song playing, and my uncle who had been making eye-contact with this girl from across the room all night, decided to go up to her to ask her to dance. Ok. Big thing, right? You know how it is. TRUST ME IT TAKES BALLS TO TANGO. Now pay attention, they were 15? I mean, there were more in the room haha what sort of lame-ass party would it be only 15 people it would be a real social reject if only 15 people showed up, including the stuffed animals that you have named ok ss-So he puts on his best smile and starts going her way. About midway, he caught her doing this small snide-laugh and looking sideways at her girlfriends like oh-oh time to shoot a bird down and by bird I mean BIG DICK TRUST ME I EAT PEPPER. My uncle seamlessly swiftly redirects slightly to the left and aims towards a group of male aquaintances. He goes over to them and strikes up conversation like nothing's wrong in the wazoo. The smile never left his face. He didn't break his stride. Not a crease on his pressed pants, if you know what I mean, old buddy. Suddenly this person in the group of chatting aquaintances chokes up on his punch (haha I mean the drink not an actual fist that would be WACKY) and throws up all over his pants and leaves the party crying. Karma redirection, man. Always works. TRUST ME I'M BUDDHIST. My uncle knew how to handle rejection, dude. So he waits up in the parking lot and when she comes out he sneaks up to her and brutally rapes her penis (long story).
See? THAT'S how you handle business. Rape her. Rape solves everything.
Anyway, if you need any more heart-to-hearts, just not ask. I'm there for you, little budda. Remember. KARMA REDICECTION. Always works. I'm pointing both my thumbs at the screen right now and I'm arching my eye-brows. Always works. A-TRUST ME I'M A SATANIST.
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