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.
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.
Uhh... not drink?Dustin said:Alright so I used to be a heavy drinker I would only drink alcohol 40% or higher. but I got alcohol poison once and can't stand the smell or taste of it ...it makes me sick.. What should I do?
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.
The Bad Ass Canadian said:I'm guessing you're not such a heavy drinker if one instance of getting sick has turned you off from booze.
I once swore that I would stop taking drugs unless I was going to a concert.When someone has a "problem" it means that they do drugs at inappropriate times and/or at inappropriate places.
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.
Dustin said:Alright so I used to be a heavy drinker I would only drink alcohol 40% or higher. but I got alcohol poison once and can't stand the smell or taste of it ...it makes me sick.. What should I do?
Yeah, I saw that a while ago. You have my favorite rum...as well as Knob Creek Bourbon. (I'm adding you to my respect list). I actually thought of your sig line when I had several Martini's last weekend. You lied; Unlike titties....two were not enough.Vulpine said:They think that, since I have such a huge amount of booze sitting around in my house (click the link in my sig if you haven't before), I must be drinking 24/7. To that I respond: "There is a time and place for everything."
You must've been having little "mosquito bite" martinis.Titanium said:I actually thought of your sig line when I had several Martini's last weekend. You lied; Unlike titties....two were not enough.
At that point do the liquor cabinets just become 'cabinets'?Bible_Belt said:They think that since I have such a huge amount of booze sitting around in my house, I must be drinking 24/7
I have run into that, too. Alcoholics have empty liquor cabinets, because they drank it all.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Didn't mean to stray from your point...Dustin said:I never said I ws an alcoholic...I said It makes me sick when i drink liquor.
Even cooking wine is not safe. (think I saw some in Vulpine's collection).Bible_Belt said:I have run into that, too. Alcoholics have empty liquor cabinets, because they drank it all.
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.