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.
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.
Rhoto made some good suggestions. I would like to add a little, because I just can't help myself with these "Going to the Bar Alone" threads.Demystify said:I can never gather enough confidence to go to a bar all alone, but I'm sure many of you do it. So does anyone have any advice on that?
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.
Or bring a wingwoman! If you go alone, you're at a HUGE disadvantage! Better yet, going alone spells disaster.silkcru007 said:Just go and talk to everybody.... build social proof.
Rhoto said:Oh this is a SURE fire way of getting some attention from women. But you have to carry yourself properly.
Some general guidelines-
1) Dress a level up for the bar your going to, you want to convey that you're only here temporarily and you've got more interesting, higher class things to do later that night.
2) Make friends with the bartender, a simple conversation
"Hey hows your night so far?"
" --- Response --- "
"My name is Mystify, whats yours?"
" --- Response ----"
"Pleasure, Mr./Ms. Barkeep, I'll have a Kettle and Tonic please, and what can I get you Mr./Ms. Barkeep?" (Don't order a drink that requires a lot ingredients, keep it simple)
" -- Normally they'll decline cause they're working, but every so often they'll drink with you if its not busy --- Any thing else?"
"Maybe later, lets open the tab please."
Whatever you want, but try to befriend the bartenders, can't ever hurt.
3) Don't really give any women there attention, thats the reason they're in the club/bar in the first place. By you not giving two shiits about them, they're almost always intrigued. They want to know why you're not looking at them. Situate yourself in a high traffic area and set up shop. A favorite bar of mine has Hookas that they put onto the table for like $10, thats a surefire way to get their attention.
4) Don't limit yourself to one bar, I usually find it better to plan at least 3 locations, with a cool down (the late night grubbage) afterwards.
When women talk to you, behave in a manner that conveys you're not really interested (Because you have more pressing business). You will inevitably be asked the question "Why are you here?" or something along those lines.
"I'm meeting up a buddy of mine from London/Paris/Tokyo/NYC/Amsterdam, I owe him a night on the town after he saved my ass....."
"A client wanted to meet up for dinner earlier, I'm having a drink then going to a ...."
That's the information I can offer of the top of my head. I know there's a lot more experience that can be brought to the table.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.