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.
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 are pestilent, I'll give you that. Do not, under any circumstances, tell her what you have just posted here. It would be the biggest mistake you've ever made.This has been eating at me since our engagement. I first "met" with her on PoF. A couple of quick messages back and forth. Nothing ever materialized. I bookmarked her profile and would periodically check it for months. Then I started Facebook stalking her for about 4 years. She listed her profession, which was in retail, and I showed up to her place of employment and charmed her. I got her phone number, we started dating, and the rest is history.
I'm a little apprehensive to bring this revelation to her, because I'm unsure on how she would handle it.
Any thoughts?
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
I wouldn't advocate trying to "impress" any babes. But i get it, so many are superficial and will fall.... For a while.Stalker = Creep…
She won’t be impressed.
That’s right, a man’s impression on a woman is only a byproduct on her of the man he is and Not something he strives for. To do so would only be a trivial and superficial act…I wouldn't advocate trying to "impress" any babes. But i get it, so many are superficial and will fall.... For a while.
He probably used a "nom de guerre" to open his Facebook account. By doing so, she couldn't trace him. Remember, he has declared himself a "stalker".So I take it you got her?
I knew a guy who was pretty relentless when he went for a woman. No matter how long it took, he would get her. It was interesting.
Unless I’m mistaken, either it was Don Juan or Casanova, but he would even dress up as another woman to get close to his target, usually a married woman. It wouldn’t draw attention as it would just look like two women. But he would eventually get into her bed chamber.
Try reframing it as persistence. Stalking is a modern term that’s politically charged. Personally if it’s bugging you just don’t use that word.
I would just move on if a woman isn’t interested. Now that she’s with you....LMAO
Have you ever considered that she is more socially astute than you and that she knows exactly what happened and actually “assisted”?
If she wasn’t interested she would have blocked you. duh! I’m curious as to who caught who.
Though we both agree that “stalking”’is feminine, I don’t think she’s dumb. I think he’s dumb for not knowing that she picked him up.He probably used a "nom de guerre" to open his Facebook account. By doing so, she couldn't trace him. Remember, he has declared himself a "stalker".
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.
You think you know her, don't you? That is why you want to tell her. You don't know her. In fact, she had other men while you were stalking her. She chose you last. Don't say a word about it and keep on banging her.This has been eating at me since our engagement. I first "met" with her on PoF. A couple of quick messages back and forth. Nothing ever materialized. I bookmarked her profile and would periodically check it for months. Then I started Facebook stalking her for about 4 years. She listed her profession, which was in retail, and I showed up to her place of employment and charmed her. I got her phone number, we started dating, and the rest is history.
I'm a little apprehensive to bring this revelation to her, because I'm unsure on how she would handle it.
Any thoughts?
I watched the show and the white knight socially unaware guy killed the bf who understands his traiterous gf.... The professor told her something...I wonder if the Netflix show “You” is actually based off of OP. Wow!
(Show sucked btw)