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.
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.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
She's in Berkeley, so she probably looks something like this:Originally posted by Bible_Belt
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sfo/101753746.html
:crackup:Originally posted by Derek Flint
She's in Berkeley, so she probably looks something like this:
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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.
A shower after ten hours of laundry and before getting your reward
Errr ...wait shes offering to suck d!ck for payment but "tasteful" pictures onlyTasteful pictures are a plus, but don't worry too much if you don't have one. Just convince me that I should let you do my laundry. A couple of spelling and grammar errors won't eliminate you, but you'd be a fool to think it didn't count (if you can't construct a sentence, why would I think you're competent enough to fold my underwear?). Pictures of your johnson (particularly if it shows sores and lesions) will become my new dartboard target and your e-mail will go into my Trash folder.
The really sad part is she's probably received 500 replies and 10 marriage proposals by now - all for coming up with a creative form of prostitution.Ahhh chicks with overblown sense of entitlements