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.
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.
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.
you are in denial and youll learn the hard way like many fools learn later on.Originally posted by rdxshooter
Big dont even entertain this fool
You and I know, that some white girls love us, some prefer us, some hate us, and to some, color doesn't matter at all.
I have banged them all, yes even the ones that hate us.
I will tell you one thing racism spewed out of the mouth of a young white teenage Suburban girl is usually the first sign of attraction (lol). according to the rules of a DJ all girls want the jerk. Well we are the biggest jerks of all.
I have had white faters who hated me for screwin their daughter on the couch and having him and his drunk white wife stumble in during the middle of it after a night out and have his wife say say" dam honey did you see the sise of his co-k, I guess it is true"
I dated this one girl, whose mother knew about us, and her father didn't and the mother kept askin her daughter is it true what they say about black men.
I have seen it all.
if they are young they like us, but when they get older they realise the truth of society and think of thier future, i agree with you can have sex nothing wrong with that but dont forget who you are. iv learned this many times even after i was in denial when i was in my teens dawg. anybody that dosnt show you to her parents you have no future with, so i say enjoy bro. thats all there is to it.Originally posted by bigshovel
Skeelo,
Is that directed at me or RDX?
I can see your point, but the problem doesn't lie entirely within us. If these girls see us only as sexual objects, and don't want to take us home to mommy and daddy, why just not bang the hell out of her and use her for what she is a black **** slt.
Yes I know the girls, and they do exist.
Not only that, some of them genuinly do like us, but their parents will never approve, so they try to maintain both relationships, ours and the one she has with her parents.