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 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.
Damn I could have fallen for this once. Met a 21 year old chic off match 5 years ago, and she convinced me to sell her weed. Thankfully she wasn't a NARC.Bible_Belt said:Along those lines, now is a good time to talk about honey traps.
It just happened recently to Bernie Goetz (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernhard_Goetz)
An attractive, unaccompanied woman will approach you, asking you if you can help her get high. Then she will want you to give or sell her a tiny amount of whatever drugs you share with her. In Bernie's case, the woman insisted upon paying him, but in the eyes of the law it does not matter. A gift of drugs is the same as dealing drugs. The same woman might come back multiple times to do the same thing. Then you can become a career offender and major drug trafficker in the eyes of the law, before you ever learn that the woman is what the police call a "confidential informant." She probably got busted for coke or heroin, and the cops told her if she brings them enough arrests then she will avoid jail.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.