MrCode
Senior Don Juan
Others have flamed you enough, so I'll just say that since you've gotten rid of the Big V you should now try to learn how to have sex with women who don't require payment for it.
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.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Wel;l, she told ME that she doesn't ever get laid so she was happy that I was there to **** her, but I'm starting to think that she may have been lying . . .one question. was she loose?
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.
Yeah. My story will be, "I'll never forget my first time . . . I had to give up my cellphone money and it was turned off for a month."Originally posted by DJSmooth
I agree. Give him a break, he's celebrating. Fair enough, not much DJing, but this adds a whole new meaning to 'you never forget your first time'
You're starting to "think" she was lying. The girl is a ****ing hooker man. Do the math (assuming you can at all). Wake up.Originally posted by sfalexi
Wel;l, she told ME that she doesn't ever get laid so she was happy that I was there to **** her, but I'm starting to think that she may have been lying . . .
And I'm glad I could help, Icy.
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.
I was being sarcastic. It's hard to do over the internet without facial expressions/tones of voice. I pretty much figured that everything she was telling me was just business (everything from "I don't get laid very often" to "This is such a big ****, I bet you keep the ladies satisfied", etc. etc. etc.Originally posted by TillTheEndOfTime
You're starting to "think" she was lying. The girl is a ****ing hooker man. Do the math (assuming you can at all). Wake up.
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.