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.
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.
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.
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.
Give me a 5'3" petite brunette with a round ass and a nice set of perkies and I'm in business!Boschy said:And to mention the obvious tip: just chase short chicks!
You are absolutely right! I have seen some that wouldn't considering dating me, I am 5ft6-7 depending on shoes. They mention it in their profiles, but remember that is a lot of wishful thinking on their part. I dated an ex Hooter's girl that was 5ft4 and her profile said that her man had to be at least 6ft tall, that didn't stop me from pulling her. She had an a$$ load of issues and was a drunk to boot. I nexted her and she went off and she tried to pull that height crap as a low blow with calling me shorty, but I was the one that put her to the curb and she most not have had this done too much.Mr.Positive said:You're 5'3 and have a speech impediment (from a previous post)?
Allright, it may seem that you have your challenges to overcome. Just remember, you can overcome them. You can achieve anything you want..if you put in the effort.
Don't make excuses, don't play the 'victim' card. Get out there and take action.
Women don't know what the hell they want. If a women says height matters, she will be the first to date someone who shorter than her because he's "oh..so different".
Who cares, go for what you want in life.
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 Am a Prince too, no kidding and I do okay myself. Prince got more trim on accident than any of us will every on purpose!!!Heart Break Kid said:Prince is 5'3. Did it stop him from going out and doing what he loves? Not at all, and look how famous he became.
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.