metalfan20
Don Juan
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this kind of embressing to ask for help on this subject but it's hard she wants meaning behind and i have writers block you could sort of say.
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
You should have called her Helen of Troy.shaunuk said:hehe, no need to be embaressed or anything mate...
What's her name? My gf's name is Helen so I just call her stupid things like helenypops, helsypops etc...haha
there's the generic pet names as well, sweetie, babe, sexy etc.
Bit of info about her etc?
haha yeah I do sometimesSmack said:You should have called her Helen of Troy.
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.
Best advice posted. Think of an inside joke between the two of you, and go from there. Does she look/remind you of anything?BlakeW5 said:Think of an inside joke between the two of you or something.
Example: This chick I've been seeing and I were out playing around on a playground (actually very fun, try it sometime). Well, we end up curled up in the slide, which was a full tube, making out. I was laying down in it and she was all contorted. Anyway, during the making out I licked her on the side of the face and she tasted salty (we'd been sweating from running around). So naturally I say, "You taste kinda salty.... I'm calling you Pretzel from now on" because she was twisted up in the slide and she tasted salty. Naturally she loved it, and now it's our little "inside thing".
Try to think back to something like that. If you've got nothing, make one happen
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.