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.
and the problem with keeping the body and apartment clean is .....? Unless ur just trash, I dont see the gripe there, however, ..........................2c2bt said:There are straight meterosexuals, and there are gay meterosexuals.
I am straight, but I do keep my body and my apartment very clean. I don't really consider myself a meterosexual because when I hear the term, I think of guys with girly voices and gay demeanors.
Oh, so your talking about the RSD group huh? Lol, oh man, I'm gonna get flamed and I deserve it.Metrosexuals are guys who live in big urban cities talking on their cell phone all day,wearing pink shirts, flaunt their money, shop like a bunch of girlies, try to keep up with the trend in clothing, and have absolutely no idea of how to be a REAL MAN.
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.
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.
Dude, if you aren't a metro, then the word doesn't exist.MetalFortress said:I've been told I look metro (clean hairstyle, nice clothes) but I don't consider myself one. I mean, I can color coordinate almost perfectly, I can dress myself very well, I can dress girls very well (for some, almost better than they can dress themselves), I work out, I lay out when I get the chance, whatever. But I don't consider myself metro. My look is the "clean cut salesman" look.