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.
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.
Hahaha nice.Desdinova said:As a self-proclaimed nazi, I'm moving this thread to "Anything Else"
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.
Awww - you worried about who your new babysitter will be bro?Bumsniff said:If the current mods were to leave SS and never post on another site again who would you want to be the new mods of SS? If anyone? And would you continue to stay here?
Those are actual requirements...That, and you have to have killed someone.5string said:All the mods here have multiple felonies, can't find their a$$ with both hands, a searchlight and GPS.
I like these guys.
It's more fun here...True story. Cleared my mailbox out, went to sleep, woke up the next morning..."You have 78 new messages!" F!ckBible_Belt said:I was a mod on Senor Fingers' spin-off forum, which was fun while it lasted...the forum more so than the mod part. I never realized how much people complain behind each other's back until I was on the list to get the "report this post" emails.
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.
Purefilth said:Awww - you worried about who your new janitors will be bro?
goundra/twentee/timothymcveigh/etc etc etcBumsniff said:who would you want to be the new mods of SS?
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.