But what @deesade means is you dont actually tell people to **** off, .true
Cause I can actually see you texting that Ryan.
You show them with your actions , if they text after 6pm you reply mid morning after etc etc
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.
But what @deesade means is you dont actually tell people to **** off, .true
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.
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.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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.
I don't understand how hard it is to get her contact details and ask to see her away from the friend....we've kissed before drunk.... I've mentioned food and she has never said no but never said yes either. I feel like she is playing the same game I am...holding back waiting to see if I text first etc... her friend is a huge thorn in my side also massive cvckblock. like I said this chick is a bar girl but I feel like her flirting is very harmless with everyone like she just has a very cutesy girly innocent personality. she was an ugly girl a few years ago I saw some old pics lol. so her personality is very innocent in a way. when I saw her last night I treated her like my little sister teased her talked to other Chicks in front of her. then after she had a few shots in her she had to sit right next to me basically touching me. if I stood up she stood up when I said I'm quitting drinking for a weeks she said she was doing the same thing even though I know she wasnt...i just for the life of me can't get her alone her and her friend are inseparable. I know this is a long and lame post but I gotta vent on here.
Really hard because she doesnt want thatI don't understand how hard it is to get her contact details and ask to see her away from the friend....
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.