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.
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.
yepOriginally posted by Ratman
This sounds stupid
Your over analyzing to much. If you really feel uncomfortable about letting her use it, tell her to go to kinkos. But you gotta think of the postitive of this. You get her in your house/room, you can do neg hits, kino all kinds of stuff. Its only AFC, if you act like an AFC.Originally posted by Ratman
This sounds stupid but:
She rings me up and says she needs to use my scanner. Would i be AFC if i let her?
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.
Nicely put yo. DJ OR DIE!!Originally posted by Porky
THE SCANNER REPRESENTS THE LEASH THAT SHE IS TRYING TO THROW AROUND YOUR NECK.
CALL HER UP AND TELL HER YOU AREN'T HER B1TCHY LITTLE PUPPY DOG, THEN GO TO HER HOUSE AND SCREAM AT HER SOME MORE. THROW A SLAP OR TWO IN HER FACE. YOU CAN'T LET THIS KIND OF DISRESPECT GO UNNOTICED.
DJ4LYFE
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.
no, but may i suggest suicide for such a retarded question?Originally posted by Ratman
This sounds stupid but:
She rings me up and says she needs to use my scanner. Would i be AFC if i let her?
Originally posted by undesputable
is this how much you come into contact with girls? you talk to them so little that you have to ask a question like should i let her use my scanner?
maybe if you talked with girls a little more, you wouldnt ask such stupid questions.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.