Mitch_Mustain
Don Juan
I went to the mall yesterday and today and did a bunch of approaches and half of these girls were not very approachable. Is the mall a bad idea or am i taking a bad approach to 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 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.
It's a number close, you asked for her number and you got it. That's a number close.Mitch_Mustain said:and I went back and I started to sweat and I was like "Hey, give me your number" or some ridiculous nervous nonsense. I think she liked this and she more than willingly gave it to me. But I dont count that as a true number closes.
Mitch_Mustain said:yeah...i felt like giving up at times but just because i really like women I kept trying. I only got one number at the mall from this girl i went to school with but only got to talk to her like once. Saw her working at Sears and so i talked to her and I didnt want to freak her out or annoy her so i kind of said bye and walked off as quickly as possible and then my friend was like "are you gonna get her number?" and I was like "err.. i dont kno..'" and he was like "Bull****! You're gonna go back there and get her number!" and I went back and I started to sweat and I was like "Hey, give me your number" or some ridiculous nervous nonsense. I think she liked this and she more than willingly gave it to me. But I dont count that as a true number closes.
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.
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.
What.... why........ HOW COULD YOU MESS THAT UP? They we're handing their numbers to you, and you messed it up?! Wow.... just wow. All you had to do was get the pen and shut your mouth. They already agreed to it, no need to say anything more than "Ok great! Talk to you later."Mitch_Mustain said:fast forwards finally, this girl and her friend isolate themselves and saw that they were sort of looking our way and so I convinced the drunk guy to wing for me as I tried to talk to the other girl. We walk up to them and we were like "hey!" and they told me to get them a pen so they could give me they numbers. they took out a dollar bill and tore it in half to show and I started to walk over to the bar to get a pen but immediately wondered if these chicks were just trying to blow me off and I walked back and asked them why should I go? and they said "fine, we'll be right back" and as I expected they just went to flirt with some other jerks...i left disappointed again.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.