Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
Yea let me just flip through that 113 page book real fast. I have nothing else to do. Was it written by some wannabe pimp?
Ummmmm what happened? Context please...
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Because he should definitely listen to the advice of a woman that feels the need to invade a male space.
Oh NOW who's the psycho?
I've never been a fan of women in this forum.
Yea that's not what happened at all, AND you're a dork. And a wimp.
Actually my "wardrobe consultant" cancelled on me with no explanation. We were supposed to get started tomorrow. Like my fvcking time is worth nothing.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
What happened to starting the DJ boot camp before opening new threads?
Did I ever agree to that?
Well it's either read 113 pages or ***** for 113 pages. You can fill your wardrobe with Armani and it still won't change a single thing in your head.
Yeah! This thread isn't called "DJ Boot Camp: Week One".
No you haven't.
He gets laid. You don't.
It was compiled by a respected member of sosuave who gets laid. The articles were written by other respected members of sosuave who get laid. You haven't read it, haven't done the exercises, and you're not getting laid.
You keep complaining that you cannot get laid because you're ugly and women are stupid. Go prove it to everyone, including yourself. This site is to help men improve themselves and get laid, not to let men complain about their ignorant theories on why they can't get laid.