Don’t repost them. Your taste in memes suck.
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I disagree. I don’t exactly have a taste. Whatever makes me laugh, makes me laugh. It could be mainstream or it could be random.
Things that make you laugh aren’t funny.
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What you literally did was send a date request over social media.
Things change when face to face.
I couldn’t pull it off if I randomly see her in the hallway walking to class. Life’s too short to wait for a perfect moment like if I saw her afterschool. She’s not in any of my classes.
How do you not realize that the second sentence here is in conflict with your first?
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Here’s a tried and true 100% effective guaranteed to work even in adulthood, has worked for me too many times to count.
Make yourself present. Be there in person. Start a conversation. Let her talk. Don’t say anything stupid, in fact, just let her talk.
When she stops talking–Kiss her on the mouth.
Nature will take it from there.
Short version–be there, shut up, kiss her.
That’s it.
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Exactly.
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It worked on a couple of them too.
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That sounds both incredibly good and extremely difficult to not taste test at least several times throughout.
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@Jewbacca invite me over To taste test the meat for scientific purposes. I just got through IRB training and I’m officially a lab assistant. BBQ is a matter of serious side is that required trained individuals 
I feel like since the eternity of you joining this wonderful forum, I have flamed (or atleast flamed your posts subconciously) everything you’ve posted and perhaps it is because I see where your generation has taken what mine kinda started.
I turned 25 a few days ago, I also got married 3 days ago. To a girl who I met at school, who friendzoned me for a long while and eventually when I grew as a person, she eventually developed an emotional connection with me, and after 9 years friends, 7 years together - I feel like what I can say with experience has proved to work, as im sure all the married/coupled posters here have previously said also further backs up my assumption. So with my coming post (which will be long), I hope you take this as someone who is still close to your age group, but also as someone who has come out the otherside and some of the points I bring up might stick.
So ill post as a mature adult, and ill also slide some dank memes in just for your understanding.
Stop talking to women or treating them like this. They are not objects, nor shall be treated as a means to an end. Some wonderful advice has been given out like
I see an operative word in there…
talk
Welcome to life. It aint full of roses and butterflies dropping dabs n flosses over rainbows.
Its weird, it can suck, sometimes ya get lucky then you die.
The key is to make your own luck. And ill tell you now, no one (or atleast any relationship with substance) will stand to pass the test of time by sliding into DM’s.
I too have spoken to girls via social media/hook up apps, it was vain and not much came from them. I actually first “spoke” to my wife on Facebook. It wasnt until I went up and spoke to her at school did we develop any friendship.
It doesnt have to be perfect, all you literally have to do is pass her, touch her on the arm walking by and say “hey, goodluck in your exam, message me when youre done” and leave it at that.
Youve planted a seed.
Develop that friendship that everyone has told you to do.
Think of it like this from now on. Your meme account is what you find funny. But oddly enough, not everyone has the same humour.
Memes are also just one interest of yours. Develop your personal account more. What else are you ever going to talk about with her after there are no more memes to rofl-copter too?
I have much more advice and time if youre willing however im currently relaxing after a crazy day at Disneyland
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YOUR POST IS MUCH APPRECIATED @anon96032531.
I overthink stuff.
Aren’t you jewish? What the heck would you know about PORK BBQ? Huh?
Just kidding, no I ain’t Dutch. My paternal grandfather was, though.
Awful comment.
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it isn’t. Like, at all.
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I don’t care.