drewsg
Don Juan
what shades are those
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.
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.
snowdog said:I'm sure everyone will agree that a (good) suit looks good on any guy.
Versace.drewsg said:what shades are those
Nexus Polaris said:Honestly, I'd go back to the look you had a year ago. The suit was smooth. Pretty GQ. You look like kind of a douchebag in your pic from April. No offense.
What's most important, though, is to make sure your look matches your personality. Make sure it reflects who you really are as a person. Anything that isn't genuine, no matter how good it might look, will hinder your game because it will come across as incongruent.
How did you knew I was writing a novel?GreatHornedOwl said:How's that novel you've been working on, snowdog?
You ever tried growing a fro? I always thought that's f*cking cool. A friend of mine has a HUGE one and girls love it. He gets automatic attention and they all wanna touch it and stuff. If you have an extreme hair style like that, it shows that you're confident enough to not give a sh*t. You got the right hair and you're black, so you can pull it off. Afro's will never look as cool on a white guy as on a black guy. Same goes for bald heads.I'm talkin' about face wise. That suit thing was a one time thing for a school award ceremony.
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.
Much better, you can tell effort went into the haircut. Similiar to my hairstyle, short sides and longer on top is a guarenteed win move.SeymourCake said:
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.
give her 2 me lolSeymourCake said:some phillipino chick that went to school with me.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.