You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
Desdinova said:Feeling like crap. I need you guys to tell me I'm not crazy for breaking up with my hot GF. She wanted to attend a fetish. arty with a single male friend.
Good reason?
I've been keeping my radar on alert. I expect anything related to sex to be kept inside the relationship. She told me it was just "socializing". That's exactly what my ex-wife called it when she was screwing around.Did she just spring this ho sh!t out of nowhere or could you see it coming, at least in hindsight?
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
I don't see any situation where this would be alright, unless the friend was gay and/or VERY beta. I mean Fogle type terrible. Even then it's weird and not something girfriend/wife material would do.Desdinova said:She wanted to attend a fetish party with a single male friend.
That's not at all what it is. It's where people dress up in leather, bondage, corsets, lingerie, and go to a bar. IMO, that 5hit should remain in the bedroom when you're in a LTR. It shouldn't be put on public display.zekko said:Just for clarification, when you say "fetish party", are you talking about those parties where they get together and sell sex products like maybe some vibrators, fuzzy handcuffs, and riding crops or whatever?
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.
...and she's going with her guy "friend" rather than you? Very audacious.Desdinova said:That's not at all what it is. It's where people dress up in leather, bondage, corsets, lingerie, and go to a bar. IMO, that 5hit should remain in the bedroom when you're in a LTR. It shouldn't be put on public display.
Directly from the website:Desdinova said:For those interested, here's a link to the event's website. Note that you cannot dress casually:
http://www.theball.ca/theball/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=3&Itemid=3
The basic rule is:
"What Happens at the Ball; Stays at the Ball"
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.
She kept insisting that it was just to socialize. The thing is, whenever I want to go out and socialize, I don't dress myself up for getting laid.Mauser96 said:What was her response after the breakup?
how nice?After “The Ball” Is Over
Everyone is warmly encouraged to make personal arrangements for after “The Ball”.
One good approach is to rent a room at the hotel. Rooms are convenient and affordable at the Osborne Village Inn but remember to book early as the hotel often fills quite quickly on “The Ball” nights.
Having a room at the hotel means that if you get lucky, or just party hard and need to rest for a moment or two, comfort is at hand.
Why didn't she invite you? That's why you dumped the b!tch. Instead of inviting you, she goes with another guy? You did the right thing no doubt.Desdinova said:That's not at all what it is. It's where people dress up in leather, bondage, corsets, lingerie, and go to a bar. IMO, that 5hit should remain in the bedroom when you're in a LTR. It shouldn't be put on public display.
Could there possibly be a better reason?? Please tell me this is a rhetorical question!Desdinova said:Feeling like crap. I need you guys to tell me I'm not crazy for breaking up with my hot GF. She wanted to attend a fetish party with a single male friend.
Good reason?
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.