Drug Party In Canada

"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."

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.

touma.akagi

Senior Don Juan

May 12, 2019

Desdinova said:
Go ahead and decriminalize it, but make sure that those who are receiving the drugs are getting the correct information about them. If those individuals have the knowledge on the dangers of what they're putting into their body but are still inclined to do so, then let them filter themselves out of the human race.

Better than having full-ass prisons. Although I guess some people interpret it as prison being a better alternative than them ODing.

"She's Out of Your League"

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.