Steps to gettin the girl :
To git a girl usually means to get to know her better and form a connection. Here are five steps that might help you establish a meaningful relationship:
1. **Be Yourself**: Authenticity is key. Don't try to be someone you're not just to impress her. Be genuine and let your true self shine through.
2. **Start a Conversation**: Initiate a conversation with her. Ask her about her interests, hobbies, and opinions. Show genuine interest in getting to know her better.
3. **Listen**: Communication is a two-way street. Listen actively to what she has to say, show empathy, and ask follow-up questions. This will demonstrate that you value her thoughts and feelings.
4. **Build Trust**: Trust is essential in any relationship. Be reliable, honest, and respectful. Show her that she can trust you and confide in you.
5. **Take it Slow**: Building a strong connection takes time. Don't rush things or put pressure on her. Let the relationship evolve naturally and enjoy the process of getting to know each other.
Good luck!
exemple :
Jessie
An all too familiar sound is ringing through my house right now.
The heavy pounding on my front door at 2:30 in the morning has become a re-occurrence for the past 3 years, and every time, it's the same exact person.
I rolled out of bed and pretty much stumbled out of my room to my little brother wiping the sleep out of his eyes in the hall.
"Really?" He groaned.
"Shut up and go back to bed." I rolled my eyes.
"She's going to wake up mom and dad." He nodded.
"They're not even home." I pushed him in to his room and slammed his door shut.
My little brother Evan is quite possibly the most annoying little brother on the face of this planet.
But I am the only person who is allowed to say that, since he's my little brother.
He just turned 15 and for some got awful reason he acts like he's 45 when it comes to getting sleep.
It's like he's the older brother.
That is not the case.
I made my way down the stairs to the front door, unlocked, and opened it.
"You couldn't put pants on?" I shook my head.
"Why would I do that when I can just wear yours?" She yawned. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"
"Rory, you have been sleeping in my bed for the past 10 years." I nodded. "Come on."
"Thank you." She groaned and walked past me, right up the stairs without bothering to wait for me to close and lock the door again.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed 2 bottles of water and made my way back up to my room to Rory all snuggled into my bed in a pair of my pants that she's swimming in.
I plopped down next to her and flipped my tv on. "You realize you're getting up and going home when I have to go to work, right?"
"You don't work Sundays." She shook her head.
"Yeah, well your dad asked me to come in to show a new kid the ropes tomorrow. Boss man say's jump, I ask how high."
"Then we better go to sleep Jessie." She rolled to her side, took my pillow from me, pulled it to her chest, and instantly pa**sed out.
And I followed right after.
Now let's get down to the basics.
My name is Jessie Andrews.
I'm 18 years old from a small Texas Town that is the entire world to me.
I play 3 sports that I love, football, wrestling, and baseball. I have 2 incredible parents, Ron, and Martha, then I have Evan as well and my older brother Cody, he died a year and a half ago.
I have some great friends, and then the girl currently laying next to me, Aurora Foster, has been my best friend for 12 years now.
But the best part of my life, is having a job I love.
I chose to go a different way than my parents wanted.
My dad owns one of the biggest slaughterhouses in the state. But I love animals too much to do that shit.
But we have an honest hard-working family.
One of the biggest rules in our house is once we hit 16, we get a job, either for the slaughterhouse or we find one on our own, which is what I did.
I work on the Foster's Ranch.
I've worked for Aurora's dad for 2 years now as a Ranch Hand, and I love every minute of it.
Rounding up cattle, taking care of the horses, plowing fields, and making good money.
I have the perfect life, aside from one thing.
No one to share it with.
Don't get me wrong, I definitely get my fair share of girls, but none that I would actually bring home to my Mama.
Wait, no. That made me sound like a slut.
I'm not a slut.
I'm a respectful gentleman because my mother would have my hide if I wasn't.
What I meant to say was, I date. I take girls out on dates, I spend time getting to know them, which is how it should be, then I decide whether or not I can take them home to my Mama.
If they can withstand the crazy psycho that is Mama Martha.
None of them have been up to snuff.
And then there's the Aurora test.
In order to get home to Mama, they've got to get through Aurora.
None of them have gotten through Aurora.
Which actually brings me to Aurora.
Aurora Foster is my sweet sassy 17-year-old southern belle of a best friend.
Honestly for being 5'0 and 120lbs soaking wet, she is just as hard working on that ranch as me.
ranch together, her and I have known the ropes of that place longer than most of the workers.
When we're not at school, or at practices, we're at work during the week, spend half the day working on weekends, and the rest, we're normally together or she's with Sadie and Suzie, and I'm with Cole and Travis.
But as of right now, I'm waking up to her literally flipping from side to side.
"Rory, I swear to god if it's before 10:00 when I don't have to be there until 11:00, I'm going to kick the shit out of you and give you a reason to stir around." I groaned.
"My internal alarm clock is going off." She sighed and sat up.
I opened my eyes, and just looked over at her. "You do this every time you stay here." I nodded.
"Yeah, but you still always let me stay." She smiled at me.
"Do you by any chance want to explain to me why you showed up at my house, at 2:30 in the morning, again?" I sat up.
"Because Eric leaves today, which means he, my dad, and John were all at the house, getting drunk, and after the second hour of Broken Heartsville, it was either I leave, or I stab a flint knife through my ear drums. They do this every time he comes home from school, and every time he leaves." She nodded.
"Yeah, well, he's heading back for his sophomore year. He turns 20 soon, and don't act as if your dad hasn't busted out a bottle of Jack with you."
"I'm not singing Joe Nichols at the top of my lungs from midnight to 2:00 in the morning. And me being blind as a bat at night, I walked here."
"Aurora Foster, you could've called me instead of walking. What is wrong with you?" I shook my head.
"Dude, we live in the middle of nowhere, and I have a taser. I'm fine."
I scrubbed my hands down my face. "You're the reason I drink."
"No, you drink because you're an 18-year-old jock who works on a farm in Texas, it's part of your aesthetic."
"Yeah, you want to know another part of my aesthetic?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Inform me." She nodded.
"My best friend who shows up at my house in the wee .
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