"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
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.
Books on pimping? Recommendations
- Thread starter rEDoNE
- Start date
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
Then you mention said thing... Let me guess "How to be a M****f***** Pimp" by Dazzle Razzle... and promote it as an "excellent" book.
I would have guessed as much, but you already showed your cards by posting messages to every person with "pimp" in their name. Though most people with pimp in their name are likely NOT a pimp, but rather are selecting such a name due to vicarious desires they have. But you feed on those desires and make them think it is possible, and thus your selection of such.
Oh how predictable... I swear, people are so predictable. I love this little game people play...
His writings look like the rantings and ravings of an insane PCP addicted maniac... He literally makes NO points, and fills his writings with absurd jargon, pointless equations, unproven theories, he likes to use big words but does not seem to know the meaning of said words so it was more funny to read it and laugh at his horrible grammar, it is total junk.
http://dazzlerazzle.com/pimpontology/
Your move...
I'm disappointed that you didn't come back to play. From the changes in your profile pic, it looks like you've been busy trying on different black bras. You really should try to pencil in some time.
"She Made Her Decision Before You Finished Your Sentence"
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 already lost interest. The last time I responded with the whole "horrible grammar" was just to bait you. You are either this dazzle razzle or you are some kind of direct associate of his who has some extreme obsession with him.
And why exactly should I waste my time with you?
devilkingx2
Master Don Juan
Looking back, I can see that I am a product of How to Be a Mother****ing Pimp. It might have warped my mind a bit, but I learned how to make crack, meth, and PCP. Perhaps that's the problem. I also learned how to come to terms with existence through a critical interrogation of street culture and how to embrace post-structuralism, or the 'sense of it', if you will, when it all seemed just so esoteric.
I remember, looking back when I was a grad student (Phd Lit), it was hard for me. There is simply too much to digest, and where do you start anyway? You can't just 'read' Derrida, can you, without being fully versed in the entirety of the western philosophical tradition?
I found this book accessible. I struggled in places, but that is the performative dimension. Perhaps therein lies the charm.
Don't know. See for yourself. Maybe it is an entire crock of ****. But, then again...