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.
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.
I totally agree with you man.theunflushables said:But, sandman by getting a girl first, he's going to cling to her, lose her, and then he's back in the same situation as is he is in now.
Change yourself first and then find a girl. Ever hear the saying "You have to lover yourself before you can love someone else"? Well, its true.
Sort your life out mate.
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.
Well who told you she had a bf? Could have been a mind game to make you jealous. Either way it sounds like you're good to go from your description. Good luck.theguy351 said:maybe.....ive been readin the bible....tryin to keep up on it and implement it.
I have a question about a new girl.
I work as a Rink Guard at a Ice Rink, summer camp. WE go on the ice and make sure ppl are ok and stuff. Anyway, there is a camp counselor that always flirts with me. She always talks to me, goes out of her way to. She always skates next to me and stuff, anyway, she apparently just started going out wit some guy like 4 days ago. She still flirted wit me today, heard her and other counselors skaintg by say "hes so cute, blah blah blah" she told me today liek to write on her facebook wall and stuff all smiley and laughing and ****. You think she likes me even th she jus got a bf? Should i just try and game her and stuff or should i respect that she has a bf (even tho he jus started goin out wit her) or should i jus let her do whatever she wants and stuff.....lol
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.
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.