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.
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.
Looks like it.irocknike23 said:like I said last week and the week before..
is the drunk posts becoming a regular thing around here?
When I'm drunk all it does is let me fvck for hours. She gets multiple orgasms in before I even bust my first, which is awesome. Then again, I'm a youngin'.Zodiac said:Looks like it.
I kind of find it counter productive as when you are too drunk you sometimes have an issue of getting it up. Getting a bit buzzed however; better idea along with allowing you to drive safer and just having the calmness if approach gives you anxiety. Also doesn't make you appear hammered if you go in for a kiss later on in the night.
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.
Preaching to the choir here. I'm 22 almost 23. I only advise drinking enough to get a buzz from personal experience due to getting whiskey d**k from too much booze.Scars said:Then again, I'm a youngin'.
-Scars
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.
Then why are you here?Zanbato said:Wow, no wonder this forum has such a bad reputation...
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akLHpeO7qyA/TK2wzEHK0MI/AAAAAAAACsk/dLgx5FUFXoM/s1600/alcohol+-+helping+nerds+and+fat+chicks+score.jpgSolomon said:Pics or it didn't happen![]()
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.