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.
I only tasted it, once, and that was as a child.Porky said:
grinder said:You know what the "real" Dj's will say though (and this is mean): "Bitach, if your half the pimp you say your are then your b*tches are wiping your ass and bringing your supper...just lay there and let them suplicate to you...".
:crackup: Funniest thing I've read in days!SELF-MASTERY said:Cripple sex is alot of work and I would not suggest it because my one good leg is really tired/ weak.
LOL that cracked me upTitanium said:With the proper flow velocity, you should be able to p*ss out the window.
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.
Let see, we've got:SELF-MASTERY said:Hey I had sex while crippled, and there are guys on here with two good legs that don't know what a naked woman looks like. Cripple sex is alot of work and I would not suggest it because my one good leg is really tired/ weak.
Ever heard of hopping?SELF-MASTERY said:I fked up my ankle over the weekend and I'm stuck at home sitting on my ass, can't drive my manual shift car, I have to crawl up and down the stairs, last night i had to piss in a bottle because I couldn't hop to the bathroom, then I dropped my piss bottle on the floor and had to throw baking sodaa on it to keep it from stinking. fk this + I have what feels like the flu. This is my best week ever.
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i've been hopping around the house all week, but now i just roll in my office chair. I should be back in action in a few days... I have cabin fever.....MetalFortress said:Ever heard of hopping?