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.
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.
Her pupils will shrink, I believe. Look it up on google. Google knows everything.Shapoopie said:What exactly are you looking for when people say a girls' eyes dialate when she likes you?
Ummm... or you can just look in the mirror and turn the lights on/off.snareknight08 said:No, actually the pupils get really big. I know the maturity level is pretty good here so I will post the best way for you teo experience dialated pupils without ever saying a word to a female (or even being around one). Okay, go in your bathroom (it doesn't matter how much light there is regardless of what you know about pupils dialating because of light). Get a little lotion and some tissues and look in the mirror at your eyes while you are doing your thing. You will have dialated pupils and it also proves it happens when you are arounsed. You won't see a girl's pupils doing it unless they are getting wet over the type of KINO you are giving or just your speech patterns. Well, have fun trying it out to see for yourself. It's not too hard to do.
Snare
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.