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.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
I think it will have just about 0% to do with anything that you talk about.
Why are we defending Feminist in here? You should know by now that this place is the anti matriarchal grounds of dudes like Pook who stood for the patriarchy and Men's rights. We may not be allowed to talk about politics in here, but when it comes to Men's rights and Men's empowerment, I'm all game and consider that aspect a free for all for Femnazi bashing lol.
The manospere perfectly described in one small paragraph.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
More like defending illogical conclusions being made from things that have no relation to each other.
Lol...Now you're sounding like a whiny male lefty feminist working for George Soro's antifa or some crap like that. This forum has always been Pro Men's rights and Men's empowerment as evident by the crappy divorce laws in America or in the West today.
Feminism is dead. The trannies killed it. You can't have gender identity when gender isn't even a thing. In the liberal college town near me, every time women try to have a women's group of any sort, a bunch of dudes in dresses show up.
Lmao....Pook and The Brotherhood would be shaking his head at you right now. I have a feeling your secretly a Male Feminist like good ole Gamisch here. We butt heads all the time because you don't agree with my Christian and masculine views on dating right? Dude, respect my views like I respect yours brother. Think of our views of that of politics, we may disagree with one another but sees both sides and its pros and cons. We need to focus on a common enemy and that is the millions of men being screwed by the divorce laws daily here in America. We need to be compassionate of them, have a sense of empathy and lend an ear for them to speak their mind and vent.
LOL
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.
The so-called Blue Wave is no more mysterious than the sight of folks hopping into bed with someone other than their current SO. Human beings crave variety, and in a nation where only 2 parties truly exist, elections are little more than a see saw between what are essentially a couple of rival gangs
I don't even know what the feck you're saying, just a bunch of gibberish.
You're the one resorting to name calling ,basically rage baiting. But with the amount of time you didn't get any p00sy thats kinda understandable.. especially giving the effort you put in it.
Add to that:
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.
And that’s the thing no one even knows who she is go figure. I agree with what you’re saying about the feminism issue
She's only half mexican anyway, just like Obama is half black. Guess her other race.
Lol...I still am that laid back Zen Buddha dude man. Buddha was great, he was a representative of God according to time, place and circumstances. God sends a representative whenever there's a great disruption in dharma or in society. He comes to make reformations and reparations just like Jesus Christ did back in his time.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
