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 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.
^^^ this right hereThey will make personal life decisions that seem childish or so nonsensical it leaves you with a one word question. Why?
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.
Every ex is THE WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD. But you are the best person in the world...for now.Every relationship they’ve ever had they’ve always been the victim
Yep. I hate borderlines with a passion. They’re basically narcissists that don’t have a spine. They’ll stab you in the back just as fast, they’re cowards, they talk in vague terms. I wish nothing but bad things to happen to borderlines.Every ex is THE WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD. But you are the best person in the world...for now.
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 forgetting about the chanting parts, {shout out loud that jesus christ compels you!}Splash her with holy water to see if she melts.
Most narcissists aren’t going to invite you inside their house. And if they do it won’t be until months of knowing them, it’s the weirdest thing.They will be all lovey dovey one minute and instantly attack you or blow up the next min.
Also, I ALWAYS recommend to guys if they get a chance to hang out at the girl's place, excuse yourself to the bathroom and look in her medicine cabinet for any meds.
Why would you want to do it?What can you do to covertly test if the woman is BPD when you date ther?
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.
True. Everyone who had a mother knows how to spot a bpd. 99% of them like thisFirstly.. check to make sure she has a vagina.... if so... she likely has bpd. I think they all have it to a degree... just different brands and flavors of it....
Who said anything about narcissists? I was talking about a bpd woman, not a npd one.Most narcissists aren’t going to invite you inside their house. And if they do it won’t be until months of knowing them, it’s the weirdest thing.
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.