You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
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.
D'OH!!! :kick:reset said:
I can see from your OTHER thread that you sent her a text.
reset said:Of course when I mentioned to say he enjoyed the sex, it was a joke....
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Francisco d'Anconia said:I swear, one day I'm going to start charging you guys. :yawn:
Francisco d'Anconia said:He didn't.... Was that before or after the $50?
Don't laugh. Guys call David d'Angelo, Neil Strauss, Mystery, et. al. marketers out there just to make a buck, but with there so much of a need for this stuff it's easy money. Don't worry though, I already know that the real money is not providing the service online. Way too many cheap fvckers who will just download the stuff and then gripe about it when they don't execute it correctly.reset said:
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'm pulling for 'ya but the whole sending her a text is a lot like a guy who was on a business trip and had secured the services of an escort. Though that would have been more like $500 rather than $50 I'd guess.My Name is Nobody said:Yeah yeah keep giving me a hard time.. She'll be calling me again trust me.. I'm not stupid, she'll be back...
I know, I know...reset said:Lol. You know I appreciate your advice brother!
Francisco d'Anconia said:Don't laugh. Guys call David d'Angelo, Neil Strauss, Mystery, et. al. marketers out there just to make a buck, but with there so much of a need for this stuff it's easy money. Don't worry though, I already know that the real money is not providing the service online. Way too many cheap fvckers who will just download the stuff and then gripe about it when they don't execute it correctly.Oh well, just more for my notebook...
Francisco d'Anconia said:I'm pulling for 'ya but the whole sending her a text is a lot like a guy who was on a business trip and had secured the services of an escort. Though that would have been more like $500 rather than $50 I'd guess.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.