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.
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.
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.
A split second after I read that sentence, I wanted to rip off my hair and destroy something. Haven't felt like that since my last one-itis. And this from only reading your story. I actually had to walk around to calm down and continue reading. Really weird.She started to confide in me about guys she was dating and even told me about her first menage a troi experience she had with these two guys the night after we met!
This is incredibly important to remember and practice.Originally posted by Mr. Fingers
It´s called Game cuz its supposed to be FUN! Pretend you are hanging out with your boys sometimes. Fool around and don´t be afraid to be a little silly. If a girl can´t enjoy your sense of humor, she is not worth your time, believe me!
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.
Brilliant. I love it. STOLEN! You got your priorities straight man. KudosOriginally posted by Bud Wiser
My reply was, "hey, as long as I'm in the dating world, I'm going to have fun with it. I have nothing against marriage, far from it. When I meet someone with whom it would be more fun to be married than I have at dating, then I'll know that marriage is the right way to go. Until then, fun is Job One with me.
Well, deeman. I got news for ya. She FLAKED! I waited for her at the airport and she never showed! I emailed her and left her messages because I was worried she was killed or something. But she hasnt returned my calls. I spoke to a mutual friend the other day to see if he knew anything and he said he saw her last weekend. (That flakey BYTCH!)Originally posted by deeman
I cant wait to hear about how this manage chick ends up (other than on her back screeming your name)
Gawddamn, didn't see that one coming. Fsck it, what doesn't kill ya makes ya stronger, right?Originally posted by Mr. Fingers
She FLAKED! I waited for her at the airport and she never showed! I emailed her and left her messages because I was worried she was killed or something. But she hasnt returned my calls. I spoke to a mutual friend the other day to see if he knew anything and he said he saw her last weekend. (That flakey BYTCH!)
*sigh*
This has definitely set me back a bit. My confidence is shot and I feel like I have to build it up all over again. My only consolation is that there is a lesson wrapped in this.
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.
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.