Vulpine
Master Don Juan
Naw, I was thinking more like some dude walking the street wearing a sandwich board. Except yours would say:Last Man Standing said:Hahaha, like the dude on the cover of the "Chessmaster" chess game!![]()
REPENT...
H0RS!
H0RS!
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.