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.
It's people like you who starts fights and get their ass kicked by a mob of "faggot jocks", and all the girls laugh at you because you have a lot of pride (which isn't a bad thing) but you're obsessed with proving yourself right.
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.
That very sentence encompasses all of your issues. Read it over and over again, and think about the though process behind it.
Mind explaining? What do you want me to do, give myself false confidence? I know that I can't go up to a random girl and get her interested, it would be more like an interveiw then building rapport, open ended questions are good, but... they won't get the chick creaming over you, after all, anyone can ask open ended questions, its part of conversation for crying out loud.
Instead of complaining, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT FOR CHRISTS SAKE!
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Ignorance anyone?
Hmm... I'm trying to make sense of that, what the hell am I suppose to do if GIRLS aren't creaming for me, huh? Exactly, I can't do ANYTHING about it, I can't MAKE girls like me.
Please read what you said. Youre SO retarded. The point of this site, am i correct? Evidently you dont realize that.
READ THIS 5 TIMES!! The reason youre at this site is because of this. If you cant do anything about it leave.
Oh, come on. I wash up every morning, I approach girls, I ask open-ended questions, there's nothing more I can do and no, unless there's like some magical potion, you can't really MAKE girls like you.
Well, duh, but that doesn't mean they aren't judgemental. Heh, there's this other chick who plays Alto Sax and band, I hear her talking about how "I hardly ever talk", what the f*ck? How the f*ck would she know, she's never given me the time of day, judgemental b*tch.
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.
No, sorry. I just don't like b*tches who think they know everything when they don't know sh*t, b*tches who call guys quiet but never give them the time of the day, b*tches who think they rule the world, those are how most girls in my school are. Now, the question is, should I give their rude asses the time of day or just ignore those b*tches and find someone worth my time.
B*tches like those, they're the *****s that guys like us make feel good, do stuff with em, and dump em. Trust me, they're miserable too.
What we have here class, is a classic example of what you call an excuse.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
No, trust me, you're wrong. First of all, these b*tches don't know sh*t about me so how would they know if I'm worth the time of day? Exactly, they don't and if they feel they want to badly judge me before they know me, hey, it's the b*tches that are missing out and frequently I don't have time for people like that. Get it, nothing, nada, zilch, these b*tches no NOTHING about me, therefore unless they actually give me the time of day, they can NOT honestly tell me that I'm shy, retarded, all that stupid BS they think. Despite the fact they know NOTHING about me, they go around their friends spreading all this BS about sh*t they don't know anything about and give ME a bad reputation.
Call it what you like.
I know how those stupid, gossiping ass motherf*ckers think, just because I talk slow and I'm hard to understand those stupid snobs spread this sh*t about how I'm special. How do I know? I've heard people say, people are always teasing me about it, things like that. To add to that, apparently these stupid snobs also think that I'm a shy person, shy? You just don't have the guts to approach me baby. If by shy they mean I don't go around gossiping about other people, judging people and sticking my nose in everyone's business, I'm glad I'm shy then.
The fact that you get soooooooo damn offended because they think youre shy shows you got some deep f*cked up problems. Girls arent suppose to have guts ****weed, thats your job. Ive been called shy too. DONT BE AN INSECURE PUSS!! They call you shy cause you DONT talk much. If i had a wish id wish you were a water in my toilet so i could sh*t on you.
I could probably get them if I wanted it and if they decide to be rude to me or act like a b*tch, I won't give in to them and act aggressively, I'll just leave. I guess I do care what other people think alot, because if a b*tch is rude to you or acts like a b*tch to you and you give her sh*t, she'll cry to her friends telling you how mean you were to her and try to make it sound like she was justified, how pathetic, then everyone thinks YOU'RE the *******, yeah, RIGHT. I'm tired of being a p*ssy and holding back when these b*tches give me sh*t, I'm not taking anyone more of that crap. I'm also tired of caring about what the majority thinks, I'm tired of thinking I have to get the approval of these people, I'm interested in what only one person thinks and that me's, forget all those other b*tches.
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.