Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
I guess I'm the only one around here that occasionally finds seemingly futile, masochistic endeavors amusing... 
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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.
You touched on one of the fundamental differences between the sexes here, Rollo.I think the best part of this whole thing is that these women somehow feel compelled to respond to the profile - LOL! As if it's some personal afront to their sensibilities that needs their attention to correct rather than simply move on to the next profile.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.
I was thinking that myself, but there's no point in me doing so since I'm in a LTR. Let the poor b1tch enjoy making male friends and helping the elderly. In the meantime, I'm getting laidI'd be willing to bet, if he just played this a bit farther, he could slip in a confident/c0cky meeting and she'd actually show up to qualify herself
So, so true ...Rollo Tomassi said:My bet is you'll get one of two types of responses. One, you'll get the 'Sour Grapes' schema or the "boy, some woman really must've messsed you up, etc." response. Or, two, as you've already gotten, you'll get the unsolicited self-qualifications such as the, "I'm not responding to your ad, but I will anyway to prove how valuable I am to myself" response.
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 concur that it would be best to take the high road, but if I got such a message it would be hard for me to resist the impulse to send her a message asking her to find a retarded teenager to translate it.its nice how u have this preconceived notion of who i am... im sure u buy things that is considered CRAP to other people.. i dont have to justify what i buy to anyone if i like it i buy it plain and simple.. and its not that i have money or beauty that makes me better than people.. its the fact that im nice and generous and empathetic, i volunteer for teen touch and meals on wheels, i work in health care helping people... thats what makes me better than most people... whats ignorant is people lik eu judeging someone for what they like their interests and their opinions... ur judeging a book by its cover when u havnt even read whats on the inside... and i dont know u and by ur outlash in ur 1st message i think u have a graeter manisfestation of a deeper internal problem...
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.