Retro dating

There is a French chick in class called Garance. This chick, Garance, was talking about tricks to catch guys. Rules, she called them. It seems there was a book like 20 years ago that became the definite guide to fish a live one. Where I come from, you just get drunk, make dewy eyes and poom, they come and French kiss you until you are out of breath or on the verge of puking (sorry, but excess saliva does not agree with me.)

Yet after so many people talking about my lack of strategic thinking… I guess rules may not be such a crazy idea. Like not replying to every text message he sends you (hard, very hard, given it’s a very instantly gratifying habit although a definite nerve wrecker in the long term).