Dhoulmagus
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and she has a house, but her degree sucks. She said she had a good job, but quit recently. Should I run away?
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
Quit her job as if it's an option. So she hopes to capitalize off the success of males? I'm not sure it's a good deal for you other than laying pipe.and she has a house, but her degree sucks. She said she had a good job, but quit recently. Should I run away?
Let her decide whether or not she'll f*ck you. Don't decide for her.I'm about to graduate college and have no where near as much wealth as a professional athlete. Why is she talking to me?
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.
I don't want a std or my bank account whiped out the next morning.Let her decide whether or not she'll f*ck you. Don't decide for her.
Non compos mentis.I don't want a std or my bank account whiped out the next morning.
Lol you are right lol.Non compos mentis.
You can get an std anytime, anywhere. As for giving any chick access to your bank account, you'd be out of your mind.
But okay, you decide why she won't f*ck you. Do her thinking and deciding for her.
And think about this - a 'professional baseball player' could be a guy playin AA ball and living with his parents in abject poverty in the off season. You really think she's dating major leaguers like Roy Halladay? LOL!
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.
This.Are you going to Merry her? No. Then why do you give a f*** about these things? Have fun yourself and stop being so suspicious.
Glad to see that somebody in this thread is up on game. Just because a cat is a professional baseball player, doesn't mean he's one of the 1,200 guys that are in the big leagues, and knowing this dumb f*ck he didn't ask. Question to the mods, why aren't dumb ass posters with a dumb ass posting history banned and why is this thread this opened?And think about this - a 'professional baseball player' could be a guy playing AA ball and living with his parents in abject poverty in the off season. You really think she's dating major leaguers like Roy Halladay? 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.
This... You just need to worry about getting what you want... why waste your time trying to figure out what a woman's motivation might be. Women can change their minds about things the way we change underwear, soon as you think you have her figured out she will likely change anyway.Let her decide whether or not she'll f*ck you. Don't decide for her.
She's most likely a compulsive liar. Act unfazed like you don't even care about her exes. Her interest will go up. Tag that ass and the last second as you finish, call out another chicks name. This will destroy her stalker mechanism.and she has a house, but her degree sucks. She said she had a good job, but quit recently. Should I run away?