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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Not understanding your point. Okay, so you and her are adulterers. Congrats. Other men find her attractive. So? Why would a man lick a ladies puss if they were not dating? If it was a ONS, then yea, a fvck and a suck and you are done. What am I missing from your claim?
That's just nasty. Though, I've heard ladies messaging on Tinder and POF to men DTF, so I guess, to each their own. I've never tried either, so I cannot say I've seen it.
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.
They do. Some men never submit to oral. My natural order is im not eating puszy that im not fvcking.
This is more my experience.
I would figure that would be where you'd catch the most diseases, no?
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.
So you wont eat a bytch even if your hitting it?
I would gladly eat it if I was hitting it.
After you aleeady fvcking them
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.
Funny story, I usually go down if the lady goes down on me, she has an attractive puss, not meat hangers, no funky smell and we've been seeing each other for a few times. I actually lost a lady because I didn't go down on her. Not an ugly or dirty/smelly puss, but at 28 her lips were hanging and I found that unattractive. She seemed pissed, she disappeared not too long after that. The sex was decent too. It was upsetting for a bit, no lie. Ahh, one learns over time...
You go down on the ladies after you already had PIV sex? Interesting. I've never done that. Always before. Not a fan of condom/lube taste.
After your already fvcking her regularly. Whether before or after intercourse is up to you. Dont eat one you havent slept with.
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.
