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 made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
hahahahahahahahahahaha :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup:Darth said:Ohio State.
^ Yep ^SmoothTalker said:Choosing which school to go to based on the availability of hot chicks is moronic.
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.
Dude, you're right about that football game, but there plenty of hot girls at OSU. Don't know where you're looking, but there are over 50,000 people...you can't have seen them all, loltoddlips said:hahahahahahahahahahaha :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup:
OSU sucks! Academics, people, hygiene, and especially girls. If you want a bland 5 or 6 I guess. But then you'll have to put up with their need to be triple teamed a night later.
The only thing OSU is good for is losing big football games.
St. Joseph's, in Patchogue, Long Island. Damn, are the girls there hot. Playboy material. I was there back in 2003. I'm not sure if it's still loaded with "porn queens" though, like it was when I visited the campus. Check it out.Jamal said:This may sound stupid but I am just curious to know which colleges in NY have the most hot girls because I just don't want to go to a college with all ugly chicks.