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.
His birthdate in his profile says he's mid-thirties. That sounds over 25 to me.
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.
I have other words but I'll refrain from using them right now.
actually that isnt true.
I didn't read that until a very long time after you sent it because I had only made a "drive by" visit. That's why I never answered it.Originally posted by penkitten
actually that isnt true.
because when i first saw that you were back on the site, i sent you a pm because i had missed you and was saying hey wassupp chickie where ya been? telling you i had a new baby and that kind of stuff.
you never wrote me back at all
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.
i havent seen dink, drew , rob , adam , ripp or my old pyscho therpist buddy who i cant even remember his name in years on here.
oh i see, i wasnt sure why you didnt reply to me.