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.
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.
Yeah I feel u on that. Im glad they're there, but I dont really wanna talk to them about girls, especially not my mom. haha. I might tell em "oh i was with a lotta ppl" and drop some names. They dont make a big deal if im with ppl they dont knowSomethingClever said:No. I don't like it when my parents know about stuff like that. They act immature about it and treat me like i don't know anything about stuff like that.
But it really just depends on the kind of relationship you have with them. My relationship with them sucks, so that's why i'm like that.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Yep same here... They tease me as though I am 4... "Ooh lover boy hahaha." Lol, they just generally try to embarass meSomethingClever said:No. I don't like it when my parents know about stuff like that. They act immature about it and treat me like i don't know anything about stuff like that.
But it really just depends on the kind of relationship you have with them. My relationship with them sucks, so that's why i'm like that.
theunflushables said:Just say you were out fvcking b1tches. Apologize if you missed their call because she was screaming so loud you couldnt hear the phone. That should shut the parents up.![]()
It really depends on your personal relationship with your parents. I don't have a few strong relationship with mine even though my mother insists on knowing everything I do so I just use sarcasism and the golden "idk" response. Also your parents will probably start to ask questions if you mention a new girl every week.dot said:Hella immature question, but how many of you tell your parents you were with a girl if they ask you "what'd u do today? who'd u see?"
Yeah, i hate it when they try to give advice. Whenever they do, i always pull out the "We're 2 different generations and your advice won't work like it did back then" card.Temptation said:Yep same here... They tease me as though I am 4... "Ooh lover boy hahaha." Lol, they just generally try to embarass me... However I just CAN'T not say anything when they start giving me AFC advice... "When you are older and start liking girls (haha at that) you will need money to buy drinks for them, and if you want to take them to a nice restaurant. Women love a nice guy
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Thing is, people like your mum really DO want a nice guy, because they want long term relationship material.
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.
mpimpin said:I actually have used this before!! And anytime my mom starts asking a bunch of questions as to where im going who i'm going with how long im gonna be gone I just tell her I'm going to get laid and she shuts up. I usually tell where I'm going but when it continues on and on I drop that bomb.
Like just a few minutes ago she was giving me a lecture on not keeping the car spotless and I responded with saying there was semen on the back seat. She shut up...
:crackup: :crackup: :crackup:theunflushables said:Yeah, my dad actually kind of does the reverse of my earlier suggestion. I'll come home and be like dad my shocks on my car are shot, he'll answer "What? Fvcking fat chicks in your car?
idk is not golden! Haha. It works for a bit but eventually they want some sorta answer. Thanks for the sarcasm one. I forgot about that. If I sleep over someone's house and my parents keep talking about it, I'll usually end up saying "yeah wild co-ed party sleepover with naked people." Sarcasm actually saves you. Once they catch on, it's golden. "Yeah I'm sooo high." "We had lots of naked girls over at his house." Then when you realize it works, then just do it when it's true! Thanks for reminding me.Curious_Master said:It really depends on your personal relationship with your parents. I don't have a few strong relationship with mine even though my mother insists on knowing everything I do so I just use sarcasism and the golden "idk" response. Also your parents will probably start to ask questions if you mention a new girl every week.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.