Houston: Centerfolds and Treasures.Glad Im coming there in a months time for a little visit, you gotta recommend some strip joints for me![]()
Atlanta: Palazzio.
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.
Houston: Centerfolds and Treasures.Glad Im coming there in a months time for a little visit, you gotta recommend some strip joints for me![]()
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.
I`ll keep that in mind, going to Texas and Houston in particular.Houston: Centerfolds and Treasures.
Atlanta: Palazzio.
Tonight I found myself sitting in my regular bar - without even one remotely hot woman nearby, and only one hot wait staff member, who was put to shame by my last date - and tons of guys my age, missing my 21 year old who used to Uber 25 miles to see me. I realized my time is done here. I think I'm moving to San Antonio (a short ride to Austin just in case).I`ll keep that in mind, going to Texas and Houston in particular.
I also want a regular bar to go to, its so american.Tonight I found myself sitting in my regular bar - without even one remotely hot woman nearby, and only one hot wait staff member, who was put to shame by my last date - and tons of guys my age, missing my 21 year old who used to Uber 25 miles to see me. I realized my time is done here. I think I'm moving to San Antonio (a short ride to Austin just in case).
The two things that make us the strongest:I also want a regular bar to go to, its so american.
Austin is the place to be in Texas? Why not move there
Im trying to sleep when immages of this oneitis keeps entering my mind, the most beautiful dark blue eyes I have ever seen. It also makes me think of the high score theory even more. If I as a man can feel this so strongly after only fuking her twice, imagine all the other guys she couldnt get and her pain. No wonder these sluts have no good left in them at an older age (this particular onitis was 28 like me at the time, and said she was stressed out over her age)
High value men are leaving the rest of us newbies with damaged goods, cant we just get mainstream media to hate brad pits instead of all men and get along?
Just some thoughts keeping me up
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.
She broke the thank-you-text rule so I never wrote to her again. She did text after the date, but it was something like "send me some of the photos when you get a chance". Not good enough. Am I becoming too high maintenance?I'm sure some will find her cute, but she doesn'tdo anything for me. But you aren't me, you are you. If you find her attractive then go for it.

+1She is 20.5
-1But this girl had way too many tattoos last night.
So I held out and tonight she sent two texts, saying "Neil, PLEASE REPLY - my phone was broken!"
+1I swung by her work tonight and she threw herself at me.
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.
In a way, the ink is like Neil spray. Keep the Neil off. It's sort of a heartbreak prevention system. I'll never fall for her now. So she can cure me without infecting me.Once a woman gets her first tattoo, she's pretty much ruined. They always want to get more.