iwanttofight
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How come every time I drink a warm cup of delicious coffee, shortly after I got to take a mean sh*t?
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.
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.
Drank 5 energy drinks while pulling an all nighter. Felt so fvckin sick the next 2 days and sh!t and pissed so muchBible_Belt said:A guy I knew once took a job at Barnes and Noble, because he thought he would just stand around and hit on girls all day. As it turned out, he spent more time cleaning diarrhea off toilet seats. The bookstore had a coffee shop, so the bathroom was a popular place.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
You are an idiot.bullethead said:**** no... piss yes... do you put milk in your coffee, your probably lactose intolerant
Duuuuhhhh, caffeine? Is that like a brand of race car tire? Huuuuurrrrr, duuuuurrrrrr.... uhhhhhh.DanZy said:You are an idiot.
It's the caffeine, as others have said above
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.
Fvck that, I'm hilarious. Take a swig of vodka and read again.DanZy said:^if that was meant to be humorous, I'd say you failed miserably.