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.
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.
Ask her what are her plans for Valentines Day. Act like you are just making conversation. Be prepared to follow it up with a tentative idea if she says nothing is planned. Say "Hmmm. Pity." Then later on (a few hours, the next day) ask her out.Rebound Material said:
she's trying to be witty to maintain value so if you're having fun, just play along with the vibeRebound Material said:
I AGREE VERY MUCH! hahaha, I dunno I guess I somehow find a computer or laptop everywhere I go and end up on this site even when Im drunk. But anyways, thanks for the responses. I made some text rapport with her yesterday trying to lead up to the Valentines Date subject. I went old fashion and used a corny pick up line to break the ice.mongolboy said:LOL what a nooobjk im feelin you myan... is just ur imagination, quit gettin drunk motherfucer!
.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.
What a dumb pickup line . First of all never give compliments until she earns them ( deserves them ) .Rebound Material said:ME: Hey, did it hurt?
HER: Wth?
ME: Im asking you if it hurt sweety.
HER: What hurt?
ME: When you fell from heaven
Of course its a dumb pick up line! It was meant to be cliche and my god it worked. I didnt post the whole thing, but I took the compiment away later. Its how we joke.Daddy The Pimp said: