Yeah… There’s a hell of a lot more than that needed. Honesty and respect are my middle names, yeah my parents are weird, and that gets me pretty much nowhere as far as success with women go.
I always see it as “being nice, honest, friendly” are like pickles on a sandwich. You want the sandwich, if you like pickles then having them is a bonus, but you wanted the (insert main portion of sandwich here). Not having the pickles is fine too as it’s not the main thing you were after.
i think this metaphor is close, but not quite. being honest, nice, friendly is like the bread of the sandwich, not the pickles. you can’t have a sandwich without the bread- but very occasionally, sometimes, you wanna just reach in and just grab some meat and cheese
Yeah… There’s a hell of a lot more than that needed. Honesty and respect are my middle names, yeah my parents are weird, and that gets me pretty much nowhere as far as success with women go.
I always see it as “being nice, honest, friendly” are like pickles on a sandwich. You want the sandwich, if you like pickles then having them is a bonus, but you wanted the (insert main portion of sandwich here). Not having the pickles is fine too as it’s not the main thing you were after.
i think this metaphor is close, but not quite. being honest, nice, friendly is like the bread of the sandwich, not the pickles. you can’t have a sandwich without the bread- but very occasionally, sometimes, you wanna just reach in and just grab some meat and cheese