"Stop Asking Your Friends What to Text Her"
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.
Crotch Rot...?! lol
- Thread starter DarkLight
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"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.
phillyb
Don Juan
otherwise use your own judgement!!!
downfallofdisbelief
Don Juan
genious
umm just dont ever use aftershave or cologne, i did that once, and that will be the ONLY time i do that in my lifetime.....ouch
just take a damn shower and use that awesome invention called soap.
Boner da Stoner
Master Don Juan
:crackup: HAHA!!!
I used to use cologne to neutralize swamp arse gasses. Light sprays here and there throughout the day... I loved the aura it set for me(I was AFC in that I didn't care what other people thought of me) I reeked of cheap cologne.
I'd go off at night to the bar and make some new friends. I almost always make sure I hit the showers before goin out. One night I didn't, and I F closed that night as well...
let's say after that drunken ONS I never wore anything down there again... the girl started bobbin on me, it was alright, not the best BJ, but it turned out to be a case of blue balls in the end. ****in retard me didn't rinse before sex, and she almost sandpapered her tongue off.
"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"
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.