Nyyanks819
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who deleted there Facebook and what benefits have you noticed?
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.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
BetterCallSaul said:I deleted my Facebook account around 2010. Of course I'm one of those old fashioned guys too (I've only seen one other guy on here similar to me) in that I don't have a cell phone either.
If people want to get in touch with me, they can call me at home or email me. I don't like posting sh!t to Facebook that'll be stored forever on their servers. I caught myself around late 2009 checking into Facebook every day just to see what's been updated...usually nothing. But the fact that it had ingrained itself so much into my daily routine that it took such priority over everything else, f*ck that. It didn't yield anything of any value in my life.
Now if I were single again maybe I'd put one up and I can see some value in it. But is a Facebook page really going to seal the deal for you with some new HB? If so, why? Why aren't you sealing that deal yourself, in person?
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.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.