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.
Dafuk dude, get some sleep. Or search for God. I mean it, you start to become toxic. And you're my age, all your life is ahead of you.
I very much like your selection of women. Nice and curvy.
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.
Life is what's toxic. Fatigue, migraine, pain, insomnia, the suffering caused by discrepancy between fantasy and reality, involuntary obsessions and compulsions and the burden of performance, neuroticism, cognitive biases, daily demands of subsistence, illness, infidelity, dysfunction, even boredom and sense of futility. That "life" is what we have ahead. And then finally the gift of death that makes it cease... but that the mind makes us fear. Evil doesn't exist in the world.... it's inflicted on us by our own minds.
It is a nice atmosphere.
Hippos? Lol... You posted a picture of a twink
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 started reading Schopenhauer, didn't you?
Nice atmosphere you have there. Be a shame if something happened to it
Heh, that stuff is mostly my own formulation - so far as there is such a vain and illusory notion as "originality". It's all me! His pretentious, distractive optimism has no chance against my philosophically pessimist response you quoted.
Schop is my favorite. Just my kind of grumpy old dude that sugar coats nothing.
Oh yeah, i remember you recommending it before. Ill order it when my payment comes.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
That saying's been used countless times. I don't know when it was first used, but I associate it most with Monty Python.
Well its not a twink anyway I still have enough size to bang, for that hyppo you posted it needs a 50cm d1ck only to pass the buttocks.
I didn't post any hippos bruh, if those ladies stepped in to any club or bar almost every guy there will be hollering and gawkingWell its not a twink anyway I still have enough size to bang, for that hyppo you posted it needs a 50cm d1ck only to pass the buttocks.
Doesnt look to me a twink but if it is that means none of us is banging altough for different reasons...mechanical reason still.
This should be of your liking, I just heard she has a high body count.
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.
