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.
PS If you really make a good argument, perhaps you could argue with him, on a way to make more money by finding a way to becoming a consultant of some sort.
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.
I think DrBeard is lacking something in life, as he can never answer a real question with some value, that makes you think and not laugh instead. Like comedians are killing society slowly.
There's a lso a TV show called the relic hunter, with Asia carrera, there's some real big AFC doofus in the show, I watched it once cause Asians are hot and I wanted to see if it was any good, complete waste of my time. Is the librarian any better? Sounds along almost the same lines.
I go to Simmons College in Boston. Rutgers (my home state) and Catholic University of America rejected me. Simmons is a good school though.
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.
Why not apply to a master right now? Ask him to be your mentor, get a part time job, learning what you are learning about? Job shadow, apply to be the SA for your professor, go work at your local macdonalds and try and woo them with your knowledge there, in a real business. The Macdonalds would probably teach you fastest though.