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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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...
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.