How One Text Can Ruin Everything...

Like what the hell is going on? I'm at a loss to understand what exactly happened to my 2nd day text game. I use to be so on-point with that shit that you'd be absolutely dazzled. Like glitter and light shows were coming out of my hands when I was texting chicks the night after meeting them. Just a true exhibition of a man playing the game he was born to play.

Now though, now...I've lost my touch. My 40 time has dipped a few tenths of a second, my vert ain't where it used to be, and that Wonderlic is looking like the god damn MCAT. Now I'm struggling, big time. I thought I said some pretty quality things. I'm pretty sure I keep it safe. The general formula of "get-to-the-point" and an added joke usually took me where I needed to get. I guess the game has changed and I'm not catching the drift anymore. I feel like my fucking dad when he got a laptop. Things definitely changed, but he kept treating it like a desktop--"Dad chill, there's no number key on the laptop."

I'm at the point where I send texts to girls I had great interactions with the night before and just call it a wash. Shaking my head as I'm typing it knowing what the result is going to be.

Anyone have any advice? Scratch that, I'm just going to ride this thing out and see if I can step my level up to dad on the laptop. Struggling, but being too prideful to change.