I wouldn't care plus I don't think any girl in the world is a 10.Originally posted by Jay-X
fatality, would you like it if i laughed at your personal 10? i don't think so, hence stop judjing other guys' opinions
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.
I wouldn't care plus I don't think any girl in the world is a 10.Originally posted by Jay-X
fatality, would you like it if i laughed at your personal 10? i don't think so, hence stop judjing other guys' opinions
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.
ok, i'll be clearer, i was trying to make you understand that looks are subjective and you can't laugh at me because i say that tara reid is beautifulOriginally posted by Fatality
I wouldn't care plus I don't think any girl in the world is a 10.
okOriginally posted by Jay-X
ok, i'll be clearer, i was trying to make you understand that looks are subjective and you can't laugh at me because i say that tara reid is beautiful
Nahh, she obviously had a b00b job, so that's a point off right there. Look at the scar around her nipple.Originally posted by Jay-X
10: tara reid, i didn't know her name, so i looked for it online and look what i found:
http://www.big-boys.com/articles/reidslip.html
this is what i define "a dream"
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.