"Stop Asking Your Friends What to Text Her"

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.

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FR: Thursday 8/9/07 Peck of the night!

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I went out to an 18+ club thursday night with fellow member VIK. Did a few approaches but one really stood out. I pushed VIK to open this 4 set of girls. Then i jumped in and was talking to one of the girls hb7, then i tried to number close but she said not now...then i go to her HB9 friend and said that her friend HB7 just broke my heart, she said she didnt want to give me her number right now...HB9 says "AwW...why would you break his heart like that??" Then i got good kino on HB9 holding her hips close to me and stuff. She was trying to drink my drink and hand it to her friends...

Ken: Hey...there will be none of that! I wouldnt want you to get me sick!

HB9: Oh...dont worry, im not going to get you sick..

Ken: I dont like germs,eww...thats going to cost you!

HB9: Whats it going to cost me?

Ken: So if we kissed right now im not going to get sick tommorow right??

Then she kinda pecked me...then i told her that wasnt good at all! Then she pecked me again, i number closed her and she kinda walked off with someone else..i guess he was a chode and buying her a drink...because she asked me before and i didnt.

I didnt feel it was a solid close but its a start...called the number yesterday and it went straight to voicemail...going to call again tommorow and if i get voicemail again im going to sing sweet love songs in her voicemail....:up:
 

"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.

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ur becoming a wussie singing into her V/mail
 
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Bahaha dude it was a joke I'm pretty sure and if it was that's great hahaha gotta try it.
 

"I just moved here from Florida."

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.

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Not bad...did you talk to her before you left that night? Her getting bought a drink by someone else is no biggie, you're the one that got her number. Give it the standard couple of days and see what happens.

Let us know how it goes!
 
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