When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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.
Are you trying to tell us you've never been banged by a guy who approached you? Maybe one you didnt find attractive at first?iqqi said:I think the OP's reaction was the best out of anything else posted here. Some of the suggested responses were just plain lame.
OP's retort was quite simply witty and fresh. Not canned, not lame, and not p!ssy or emotional.
Good job OP, but it was kind of creepy that you smelled her hair. Unless that was part of the joke.
I also think that Jariel is giving awesome advice here. It IS creepy to randomly and excessively just approach, approach, approach. You may snag one here and there but I doubt you'll be catching anything of value. I don't know if that is what the OP was doing in this case, he may have just walked into a Queen B's lair, but his response was awesome in any case.
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 had heard the name Ted Bundy before but couldn't tell you much about him until I googled him after reading this thread. I mean who the fvck keeps up with serial killers from the 70's? either she was old as fvck or she spends too much time googling psycho's. maybe she has a thing for those types. I was 8 years old when he got fried, so yeah can't say I know much about him or really gave a sh!t about him. i surely didn't know he drove a VW bug for christ sakes. I guess I'm weird for keeping up with news TODAY and not giving a piss about what happened in the 70's/early 80's.Aaron B said:I would have probably pretended like I didn't know who Ted Bundy was, then when she explained I would bust on her for being a creepy person who is obsessed with serial killers
That was my other thought. Your typical bar girl is too young to even know who Ted Bundy was. Hell, most are too young to know who Al Bundy was LOL.Robert28 said:I had heard the name Ted Bundy before but couldn't tell you much about him until I googled him after reading this thread. I mean who the fvck keeps up with serial killers from the 70's? either she was old as fvck or she spends too much time googling psycho's. maybe she has a thing for those types. I was 8 years old when he got fried, so yeah can't say I know much about him or really gave a sh!t about him. i surely didn't know he drove a VW bug for christ sakes. I guess I'm weird for keeping up with news TODAY and not giving a piss about what happened in the 70's/early 80's.
:crackup: Hahaha! Thanks for the laugh my friend!Mike32ct said:That was my other thought. Your typical bar girl is too young to even know who Ted Bundy was. Hell, most are too young to know who Al Bundy was LOL.
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.