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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
I guess your the type of social moron that talks on their cellphone during movies cuz he doesn't give a sh*t about other people. Well guess what? Your not f*cking special, there's a million other places where you can make "friends." Judging from your post your a sore insecure loser, who likes to pretend to lift cuz it LOOKS cool. If you don't wanna hear other people's music then bring your own, o wait my bad you like to talk on your CELLPHONE. Maybe if you were lifting you can tell other ppl to turn their sh*tty music down. Who the f*ck brings their cellphones down to the lift area anyways... your the only moron I know who would bring their cell phones while their lifting.mrRuckus said:Yeah dude because swearing left and right and threatening to shove a phone down someone's throat is the opposite of "socially retarded."
I'll socialize at the gym if I want to, ok? You don't know why I come to the gym. Maybe I don't have many other places or time to make any friends. I don't particularly want to hear your ****ty music blaring from your cheap headphones at hearing damaging levels (assumption that is usually true for most guys i see wearing headphones while they lift) but I just tune it out.
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'll scare all the chicks away. :crackup:Deus ex Pianoforte said::crackup: Yeah, I'm going to start taking my shirt off, bumping into people, and calling everyone "nigga".