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.
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.
Someone ban this misogynistic mother****erPlayHer Man said:Spit in her face or twist her arm.
Grabbing her hand and twisting her arm in PAINFUL way can be explained as self defense to stop her from attacking you. It is also painful enough to teach her a lesson![]()
Yeah...this is true. Spitting sounds reasonable. The great thing is one gets to do something back without getting arrested for it.zekko said:Hitting a woman is kind of like beating up a 10 year old kid. It's only going to make you look bad, and what does it prove? You may even get arrested or beaten up by a mob of white knights if it's in public.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
You're a well known white knight so no one is going to take you seriously.yougottaknow90 said:Someone ban this misogynistic mother****er
Incorrect, you f*cking imbecile. It's a combination of your posts on this board. Your vomit in this thread is just one example of it all.PlayHer Man said:You're a well known white knight so no one is going to take you seriously.
How many hoes have you saved today btw? I'm a misogynist because I won't let a woman beat the crap out of me?
Go f*ck your own face faggot..
I think you're in the wrong place bro. This site is not for white knights like yourself.yougottaknow90 said:Incorrect, you f*cking imbecile. It's a combination of your posts on this board. Your vomit in this thread is just one example of it all.
You're a waste of skin.
You are the product of rejection. The embodiment of being termed a loser. Being a social outcast your entire life has taken it's toll on you.
edit: lol, can't believe some pus*y lacking a female figure in his life had the audacity to neg rep me for this. and it's not playher_man, either.
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.
Sounds like the movie The Wood, hahaSeymourCake said:I was slapped in the face in middle school when I grabbed a girl's butt at a party.
If a chihuahua bites a pitbull and gets its head ripped off, it has no grounds for a complaint. Same with a woman who assaults a physically stronger male. Giving the weak a 'special right' to abuse the strong with impunity is a perverse idea that runs contrary to the laws of nature. Yet, this is exactly what some of you guys are proposing. It's no wonder our society is so messed up...the white knight runs deep in the modern male.zekko said:The woman was clearly in the wrong for slapping him, but it shows the difference between a man and a woman slapping somebody. You could see that he wasn't hurt, but he hurt her. Women don't have the body or muscle mass to pose a serious threat to a man. Hitting a woman is kind of like beating up a 10 year old kid. It's only going to make you look bad, and what does it prove? You may even get arrested or beaten up by a mob of white knights if it's in public.
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.
Incorrect, you f*cking imbecile. It's a combination of your posts on this board. Your vomit in this thread is just one example of it all.
You're a waste of skin.
You are the product of rejection. The embodiment of being termed a loser. Being a social outcast your entire life has taken it's toll on you.
edit: lol, can't believe some pus*y lacking a female figure in his life had the audacity to neg rep me for this. and it's not playher_man, either.
LOL, brilliant.Spit ?
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.