u/Bunny14__

Pata hai aaj kya hua…I realized that some girls cannot flirt at all, So this girl from a house party got my number form my friend because apparently she liked me, and I thought, alright cool, let’s see where this goes. Since she was the one interested, I expected at least a little effort, some flirting, some personality, some attempt to impress me the way guys usually try to impress girls.
But the texts were painfully dry. Like…one-word replies, zero energy, no charm, no banter, nothing. And it made me realize something - a lot of girls genuinely don’t know how to flirt with guys because they rarely have to. Most of the time, it’s the guy carrying the conversation, creating the vibe, making the moves, keeping things interesting, while girls mostly respond to it.
So when the roles reverse, some of y’all look completely lost. 😭
If you like someone, show it. Put in effort. Be playful, tease a little, make the conversation fun, actually try to impress the person. Attraction goes both ways.
Guys are expected to have game all the time, but honestly, girls need game too. Step it up a little.

6-packs abs kaise bana lete hai log?

Pata hai aaj kya hua so I had taken a 10-15 day break from reddit and decided to post something again after a long time today and again started receiving these kind of messages, this is the reason I took a break but I guess this will never stop🤦🏻‍♂️
Honestly if us guys are getting these kinda messages I can’t begin to think what the girls here face, this is so disgusting

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