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 sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
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.
Deleted FacebookRave18 said:
I like this last advice. Setting personal targets and making efforts to achieve them can help develop yourself.JohnnyStorm said:
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.
Get rid of the computer in your house. Find access to a clean and quiet computer lab or coffee shop nearby. Visit the lab like you would visit the gym, for an hour or two per day. This will help to eliminate any temptations since you are in a public place. It also has some social advantages since you are more likely to have interactions with people if you are using the internet publicly.Rave18 said:Has anyone of you ever been addicted to surfing, online chatting etc. ? How did you break out of it/get rid of it ? It has become a habit for me and I've been doing it for many years. It is an absolute waste of time, causes distraction and leads to other problems and disturbances [Regular masturbation, perversions, not to mention guilt]. Any help/advice would be highly appreciated
LOL. That's surprising, I thought those kind of sites would be blocked at a library.FieldDay said:Although, I've seen homeless guys looking at some straight hardcore P sites in the library
http://www.bbc.com/sport/0/commonwealth-games/28508499MidnightCity said:
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.
