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.
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.
The dopamine hits and ego boost NN gets from getting banned and creating new accounts to crusade against his "manosphere" boogeyman?DemFeeelz said:What else would they have to talk about?
( . )( . ) said:Not this sh!t again.
Fvcks sake you're a drama queen NN.
I'm just going to throw a theory out there and I could be way off but here it is:
Could your obsession (and it is an obsession, you've literally been doing the same thing for years) be a way you build up your own ego and moral preen to make yourself feeeel better?
Hear me out. Vice makes his "You all don't lurrrrve the women as much me as me coz yall use the meany words when you talk about chicks" posts as a way to moral preen and boost his own ego. Could these endless posts and accounts you make lamenting the big bad manosphere be your way of doing what Vice does? The adrenaline rush from taking a position of faux moral authority and grandstanding.The "edginess" you perceive within your character from continual bannings which reinforces this crusade you've conjured up within your own mind?
How close am I ?
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.