"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.
fvcked hb8 in bathroom at work
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"She Made Her Decision Before You Finished Your Sentence"
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.
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lizardking82
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"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
I didn't approach because they were kind of pre-occupied with each other.
So at the end of the night - closing time - I go out to smoke and she's standing there. I ask her for a lighter. Then I commend her: "You look quite civilized. Where do you work? At a bank or something?"
She tells me she works in a handbag store or something. I say "oh that's nice, my mom is into handbags and shoes and stuff. And fur coats. Anyways you and your friend there are the 2 best chicks in this place."
So then she says thank you and tells me how she likes my muscles, says that a nice muscular upper back, muscular chest and delts is really sexy on a man.
So we went inside and she introduced me to her friend. I was sort of tired so I said: "So tell me something.... I'm interested in..... both of you." She responds: "Hey we're going home together you know", to which I reply: "Lol wtf I didn't even ask you anything". But we loled.
Anyways the girl took my hand and did a little twirl so we ended up hugging. Then we started making out. I asked her for her number cuz it was closing time.
I took her phone as per my new protocol, call myself, and get her to text me a message. Mission accomplished, I figure. Thought I'd reached end game.
She goes to the bathroom. I go to the other end of the bar (close to the girls bathroom coincidentally). She comes back out. Goes to her friend. Then goes back into the bathroom, but before she goes in, she unzips her pants (the zipper was on the side) showing me her naked hip and asscheek, and says: "I need to use the bathroom". Well, you don't need to tell me what that means. So I join her. We go in the bathroom. She actually pulls down her panties and sits down to take a piss in front of me. I'm thinking to myself: lol crazy *****. So I actually tell her that "gek wijf" in dutch which kind of means something like crazy *****. Then I proceed to making out with her. When she was done pissing she wiped her vag, then I fingered her, she took off my pants and sucked on my d*ck, then she turned around and I fvcked her doggy. (let me remind you during this whole entire seduction was during closing time lol so there wasn't even any music or anything).
The very same second her friend came knocking on the door for her to come out, I was shootin a load, half into her pvssy, some on the floor, some on her leg. Was a quicky but I finished right on time.
So that was it. I exited the bathroom stall, greeted my colleagues and asked for a beer. Had myself a cigarette and just chilled out, lol.
No protection but I whatsapped her and it turns out she's on the pill.
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Risking your job for a woman. Trusting a woman is telling you the truth about birth control or her sexual health.
This is not likely to end well.
"Nervous Around Beautiful Women? There's a Rule for That"
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
No but she's on the pill. In the whatsapp convo she said she didnt think anything happened at all. I told her to go to the pharmacy. Then she said she was on the pill and blocked me in whatsapp lol.
So it's over, was just a ONS.
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When you said this it made me think of one I pulled once. This was back in 2007-2008, somewhere in there. Back in my heavy drinking', plate spinning, and partying days. I think I posted this story several years ago here on SS:
Back at a previous job my boss and I were really good friends. Best friends even. One time he made a smartazz comment to me that he was gonna bring his GF in the office and fvck on my desk. So what did LL do? The office was located right on a strip in a downtown area with a lot of bars and partying going on. How convenient. So one weekend I took a chick into the office after a heavy night at the bars and I really DID have sex on the boss's desk. Then first thing Monday morning I told him all about it. Show him exactly where my bare azz was sitting and gave him every grave detail of it all. lmfao I've never seen anyone go get cleaning supplies and frantically clean anything like that in my life! He scrubbed that damn desk 100x better than hospital operating room standards!!
"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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It is a numbers game, sometimes you just need to be the right man in the right time and place
, not downplaying OPs adventures of course.
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We were never worried she was on the pill or not
We were actually talking about disease.... the ones that comes from sex
Pleasant stuff.... some last longer than a ONS or a pregnant women
But congrats for the lay
Drunk and on coke I think.
True but my game has improved a bit cuz I'm watching a lot of RSD tyler's video's. Authenticity game + frame control = good outcome.It is a numbers game, sometimes you just need to be the right man in the right time and place
She was talking to dudes all night btw and that's why she was so ****faced. My colleague said that they were buying her drinks all night.
Then I came in and she wanted my cawk more than theirs so I gave it to her.
xD
PS: Concerning STD's, sure u never know. Suppose it's about time I get myself checked out. But she was a HB8 blonde dutch girl with money right. So STD chances are low imo. Worth rawdogging.
Still about time for a checkup though.
NSX-R
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"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.