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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
ValleyDJing said:Just so you all know...half those pics were fakes, or the pictures were of two different people. Myspace is fairly safe, and its easy as f.uck. And so what happens if you show up to meet the chick and she's butt ugly? You walk away, thats what. You really have nothing to lose.
Getting a b!tch off myspace takes no skill. You just tell her what she wants to hear. I look for higher quality women. Not attention hors, sluts, and flakes. I don't want no hood rat. Unless you can find th 5% of women who arnt hors on myspace. I say fvck myspace; its another reason for people to be lazy and "game" girls over the internet... Haha whatever floats ur boat I guess.Real said:fools, when you meet a girl from myspace, you are meeting her IN REAL LIFE, and later that night, you are FCUKING HER IN REAL LIFE
nobody cares about the approach, what matters is the end result
if you don't know how to use myspace, then don't use it, but don't talk shyt about it either because you sound like a total fool if you do
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.
What my mate told me is that once you have their number for the meet, arrange a place to meet and call from far away.SinJester said:Hah like tell them to you somewhere. You see her and think '**** she's ugly'. Just keeping walking. If she says "you that guy", "who, nope, sorry dont know what your talking about!".
I don't think that all the girls on myspace are skanky anention hor sluts. It's just too common. I would only say about the ones with skanky pictures. A huge amount of the myspace crowd is 12-16 too.