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.
Are you intentionally trying to be an a$$hole to get this thread shut down because you're angry?Wyldfire said:Bad Pixie...I find it comical that the only way you can ever get the attention you so desperately seek while your husband is off boning his secretary is by hanging onto my coat tails.
At least she's being positive about it.I find it comical that the only way you can ever get the attention you so desperately seek while your husband is off boning his secretary is by hanging onto my coat tails.
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.
Hey, don't forget about smelly... er... Scented bathroom tissue.DarthJuan said:Us new guys have plenty of positivity.
Like Des, I'll inject some positivity into this thread:
Purring kittens, puppy dogs, walks on the beach, orange sunsets, daffodils, scented candles, exotic bath oils, laughing children, rays of golden sunshine!!!!
Here, I'm injecting positivity personified. It will effectively wipe away all negativity in this thread as Jesus wipes away sins.Giovanni Casanova said:More positive things: World peace, hot dogs on a barbeque, and koala bears who sh*t rainbows.
That's actually pretty ironic, because whenever I read one of Wyldfire's threads, I always picture a woman that looks like Richard Simmons. I later saw the picture in her profile, but I prefer to continue picturing a woman that looks like Richard Simmons. Less nightmares.DarthJuan said:Here, I'm injecting positivity personified. It will effectively wipe away all negativity in this thread as Jesus wipes away sins.
http://www.stuffedchickens.com/img/richards_chicken_w.jpg
He's like a metric ton of positivity! A supernova of positivity. Up with people, YAY!
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdQj2ohqCBk&mode=related&search=Giovanni Casanova said:And in order keep with the spirit that this thread was intended in, and to end on a positive note, dogs wearing hats.
Ahh, and once again, all I have to do is look for any thread with more than 2 pages of response to find yet more flamebaiting from WYLD.Wyldfire said:Bad Pixie...I find it comical that the only way you can ever get the attention you so desperately seek while your husband is off boning his secretary is by hanging onto my coat tails.
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.