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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
WhitePimp said:I do this kind of approach as well and also have very similar close ratios. I'm at the point where I just don't care about making any more effort than this with approaching. This approach is so much fun for me (getting rejected is actually more fun than getting a number for some reason...is that sick or what?). I dont really have any time for girls anyway so this approach keeps me in there without feeling bad for building rapport only to ditch the girl. I've had a bit more success with getting the date though...my basic routine is pretty much flat out honesty (once again, I really dont care if I go out with her or not so I never feel aggravation is I dont get her number)
"Hi I'm Andrew, and you are...? I saw you from there and thought you were cute and I want to go out with you. Let me get your number. "
That's pretty much all I do (I eye fvck the hell out of them during this) and it works. Even when they pull out the boyfriend line it's still buttloads of fun because it never gets old, I can throw in some pretty edgy experimental ****, and it's so direct. I either win or lose and if I do lose, there's a girl right behind that one I can try it on. Most girls know exactly who I am when I call...the dude who came from nowhere with enormous balls.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
ryannath said:Whitepimp, I like your direct style. I may try it sometime. I tried something similar to this at a basketball game once, where a girl came and sat down next to me and kept getting closer, so basicly I just turned to her and said, "Hey, what's your name?"...."Alyssa"(plays with hair and smiles)...."I'm Ryan...want me to give you a call sometime?"...(nervous girl that can barely speak) "yeah"....."ok, what is your number?"..."555-5555". so, I got the number, and I know it was her real number because I got her voicemail twice on two different days...I called her and she never picked up...later i found out she was only 14 and had a bf!!!! She was the one that came and started getting closer to me on the bleachers during the game! She looked much older. They can trick us!
Uh, you can't compare his f-close % to your #-close %...Krassus said:1. My close ratio is PHENOMENAL. Even Mystery has a 30% success ratio, and that's on 7+ after 15-30 minutes. I do 30-40% on 8.5+ after only 1/2 minute, and that's with direct! Must be doing something right, yes? It gets better...
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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.