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 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 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?