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.
LiveFreeX said:Look up the term gutter oil on google. You'll see why I prefer McD's over Chinese.
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.
LMAOOOOOOO well played. well played. :crackup:Malice said:Why do you eat that crap anyway? Doesn't your wife cook? My wife cooks every night, and she will pack me a lunch in the morning if I need it. Your perfect chinese wife doesn't cook??
Did you check out gutter oil? They get the oil from sewage and waste, refine it and it looks like good cooking oil.switch said:LMAOOOOOOO well played. well played. :crackup:
It's a great sandwich until you need a triple bypass. Look at Bill Clinton and Big Macs. For kids it's good but not as adults.backbreaker said:I'm not even going to lie. I have a thing for the Mc Rib.
I know it's probably made out of grass and old car tires. I don't care. that **** is great to me.
My son has a thing for chicken nuggets so I go to Wendy's and Mc Donalds a lot. I'll get a mc rib combo meal if they have it and their perlines and cream ice cream
if htey don';t have that and i have a taste i'll just get the fries
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.
lol you and epimanes are probably the only people here who have a real wife and are not schizophrenics.backbreaker said:i might eat one once a month. My wife actually cooks lol.