stuka1939
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I really feel bad for this girls family as they will never know who killed their daughter.
Justice will be served in the next life.
Justice will be served in the next life.
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.
however, it wasn't their male dna on her toothbrush, that she left at her hotel room.Ken785 said:of course we know who killed her...its was that van der sloot guy and those 2 other guys who aren't trying to say anything because they are innocent until proven guilty...
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.
Vladimir Horowitz said:They do know who killed their daughter. The Aruban government is just too incompetent to prove it. Joran van Der Sloot, Deepak Kalpoe, and Satish Kalpoe left Carlos & Charlie's with Natalee to "party". Natalee snorted too much coke and couldn't handle it, so she overdosed. After she died, Deepak and Satish freaked out, so Joran talked them both into dumping her body into the ocean.
unless you personally know by witnessing it, then you know nothing either.Vladimir Horowitz said:They do know who killed their daughter. The Aruban government is just too incompetent to prove it. Joran van Der Sloot, Deepak Kalpoe, and Satish Kalpoe left Carlos & Charlie's with Natalee to "party". Natalee snorted too much coke and couldn't handle it, so she overdosed. After she died, Deepak and Satish freaked out, so Joran talked them both into dumping her body into the ocean.
May I ask how?
according to wikipedia, jug twitty botched it from the start.Vladimir Horowitz said:The Aruban government IS incompetent. They severely botched the investigation from the beginning.
in fact, in aruba, the police are not supposed to leak info to the press, like the twittys did.
your right, it can't be changed now.Vladimir Horowitz said:Can't change that now.
Mr. Wolf said:Dumping her body into the ocean instead of street, or emergency room?? Come on! People don't do that, even when they are high on cocaine.
Mr. Wolf said:But you never snorted, you wouldn't know.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
i wasn't implying that you said that, i was making a point that the twittys can talk how horrible aruba is, but fail to admit when they have done something to leak their own case, and give the news info that was not supposed to be released yet. so if someone wanted to cover tracks, everyone knew in advanced time due to the leaks.Vladimir Horowitz said:By the way, Penkitten. You quoted me as saying "in fact, in aruba, the police are not supposed to leak info to the press, like the twittys did." I never said that. Not sure where you got that line from.
Vladimir Horowitz said:I think Mr. Wolf might be too busy frolicking in the poppies in the Land of Oz to listen to the truth.
Funny how you argue just like Deus ex Pianoforte did. But you couldn't be him considering he was shamefully banned for flaming. :nono:Vladimir Horowitz said:Hey, don't hate the messenger. The crucial difference between my story and yours is that mine is backed up by the FBI and the Aruban government. What, you think I would just make that up?This information has already been released.
Strike a nerve, much? Calm thyself. The Aruban government IS incompetent. They severely botched the investigation from the beginning. The police chief has admitted this. This is nothing new.
As far as the tourism situation goes, I have no problem going to Aruba. I have no problem with my DAUGHTER going to Aruba. Would I send her to any foreign country that allows minors to drink and use drugs at the local dive bar without a proper 24/7 chaperone? You must be joking.
Vladimir Horowitz said:Well, for one she was most likely drunk and on copious amounts of cocaine.
She was also very hot for Joran at the time and didn't really exercise the best judgment.
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.