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.
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.
That's what the Seattle mayor should have done in the first place.This dude is now my hero. Enough is enough, this CHAZ/CHOP nonsense needs to end.
Fight? In the mean streets of Seattle? Please. It's like someone saying they are scared of the mean and tough streets of Greenwich, CT (there aren't any).Note the conspicuously red attire. Is he a blood? That would explain why no one wants to fight him.
Racist comment. Just because he's wearing red doesnt mean he's affiliated.... Are you gonna claim the dude wearing blue is a Crip?Note the conspicuously red attire. Is he a blood? That would explain why no one wants to fight him.
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.
Did I offend your sense of social justice? Do you need your safe space now?Racist comment. Just because he's wearing red doesnt mean he's affiliated....
Your comment has got me triggered.... I'm gonna run some Cancel Culture game and ask the mods to ban you because your comment encourages systemic racism.....Did I offend your sense of social justice? Do you need your safe space now?
They had that "Thai Boxer" super hero assisting police around the bars area several years back. The Thai Boxing low leg kicks is indefensible in the street on untrained or lightly trained civilians.Fight? In the mean streets of Seattle? Please. It's like someone saying they are scared of the mean and tough streets of Greenwich, CT (there aren't any).
Yep, the only person in Seattle who defended their land.President Trump needs to invite this heroic man to the White House and give him a medal.
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.
I keep hearing that, but talk is cheap.Seattle is finally taking steps to dismantle CHAZ/CHOP.
In Soyboy land? Doubtful.A lot of serial killers from that area. Tear your face off, bruh.
Talking about in general.They had that "Thai Boxer" super hero assisting police around the bars area several years back. The Thai Boxing low leg kicks is indefensible in the street on untrained or lightly trained civilians.