<p>I was thinking about the Bronte novels I’ve read and it doesn’t seem like the male characters treat the women too wonderfully…</p>
<p>Here are some starter tips:
- Wear deodorant; BO is not hot.
- Don’t wear your hair long/in a pony tail only you’re positive that you’re the kind of guy who can pull that off.
- have social skills, know social cues. Be aware of when you’re being avoided/blown off.</p>
<p>Then just find a girl you can actually picture yourself with and attempt a conversation.</p>
<p>Curious as to why you mentioned “Don’t wear your hair long/in a pony tail only you’re positive that you’re the kind of guy who can pull that off.”</p>
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<p>yeah, I agree with modestmelody-don’t create some contrived image, or over-intellectualize the whole process. Be proud and confident in who you are. I should caution that the whole “just be your self” adage has it’s limit. If your depressed, as it seems, you won’t get a good girl. Being depressed destroys your game, same with social anixiety disorder and OCD. If your mentally ill, you have to get better. Being depressed is not romantic, it sucks.
In other words, be the best you can be.</p>
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That was pulled from a recent experience. <em>shudder</em></p>
<p>c’mon, just go clubbing–the real way. take a club–ANY CLUB!–and bonk someone on her head. there u go, big fella.</p>
<p>ahhh!! i’m so lost! i’m so afraid of death. i don’t want to lose her perfect image…when i die, i will lose everything…and God will punish e for being so weak and for idolatrously worshipping this woman with other images of beauty and innocence. u see, i would be content just to have her in my memory forever (no, i don’t ask God for us to meet for i am not worthy of human affection or God’s grace), but with death it will be wrenched from my poor, frail heart. look!!! do u see how wretched my life has become??? even a glimpse of the paradise, of innocent beauty is denied me for me to hold onto in heaven or hell.</p>
<p>You need a burrito, and then a couple beers. That should straighten you out.</p>
<p>this is madness!!! ahhh!! this is hell!!i’m in hell…i’ve been done harm beyond measure…after years of negligence and hatred and depression, now THIS… how long must i suffer??? </p>
<p>i don’t want to exist…life is so hard…so cruel…mankind is nasty, evil…there is nothing good here…</p>
<p>i will forget my consciousnes, my pride…and deliver myself to this woman’s arms…i will weep and and beg for her loving arms to shelter me from the cruelty of this world…but, there is still time…i have many things to think over…and other busnesses to be taken care of</p>
<p>Life’s screwed up dude, you just have to learn to live with all the crap and irony that it throws your way. Wanna hear some irony, I had huge crush on a girl all of last year but she didn’t feel the same way, meanwhile her TWIN sister had a crush on me…lol</p>
<p>fella, just chill ok, girls do not dig stalkerish charms.</p>
<p>I’m quite certain this guy is joking.</p>
<p>I never read anne bronte’s books (I actually forgot she existed haha), but if shes anything like her sisters emily/charlotte bronte, their male characters are kinda psychotic so I wouldn’t take notes from any of them… Heathcliff anybody? haha</p>
<p>Yeah keep telling yourself you are gonna get a girlfriend… urhm.</p>
<p>I agree with rugbywinger. lolz. He can’t be serious</p>
<p>I’d hit that.</p>
<p>I am not going to touch this with a ten-foot pole.</p>
<p>SauronVoldemort is the best gimmick poster ever.</p>
<p>If you’re ever in Seattle Sauron, I’ll buy you beer or espresso or something. You’re hillarious!</p>
<p>Hea+hcliff LOLOLOL</p>
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<p>lololololololololol</p>
<p>I am going to try to write like SauronHe-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named: </p>
<p>Beads of sweat trickle down my plump, rosy cheeks. I awaken from my slumber and stumble over the leaves of tomes that I have so meticulously torn apart! Who could plow through Byron, Shelley, Stoker at a time like this?! My heartstrings are tearing apart… oh what sweet agony! The bliss sears through my heart… aggravating it… ripping aparts its flesh and stabbing it with 1,000 piercing knives! My body aches and I struggle to open my eyes… if only to see the maiden with her glowing fixtures, breasts so supple and plump like Eve’s fruits, and long-woven strands of golden hair that lie so softly on her milk-like skin… I hesitate to crawl any further… my body collapses and I lie crippled on the cold, hard, stone floor. My love… OH… my HATRED! :(/:mad:</p>
<p>OK, someone else’s turn. Write something!</p>
<p>:( Disappointing! :(</p>