penkitten
Master Don Juan
no soup for you!Originally posted by McKindley
You should next her.
Just kidding
Good luck
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.
no soup for you!Originally posted by McKindley
You should next her.
Just kidding
Good luck
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.
We will be here.Originally posted by Ricky
Penkitten and Gio
Post marriage will we ever see you guys on here?
I certainly hope so!
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.
of course we will be here....Originally posted by Ricky
Penkitten and Gio
Post marriage will we ever see you guys on here?
I certainly hope so!
I can picture it now...........especially if we ever have a first fight hahaha just kidding
Then in that case, I have a present for Penkitten, I hope she will apperciate that.Penkitten says that she will be making my nacho dip while the game is on.
However, she says that when "Whose Line" is on, it will not be missed.
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.
Hey Chance... How's that boy of yours doing? I hope all is well with you.Originally posted by Sir_Chancealot
Haven't been around in a ***LONG*** time. But, penkitten (known to me by a psuedonym, and also by her REAL name.... muuuwaaahhaaahaaa), did IM me and say that she is indeed getting married.
I think she needs to come down (or up, depending on how you look at it) to Indy, and I will throw her a helluva bachelorette party.
Oh, and just for those old-timers who remember me...... I no longer date any American women.
Later all.
Sir_Chancealot.
Originally posted by Sir_Chancealot
Haven't been around in a ***LONG*** time. But, penkitten (known to me by a psuedonym, and also by her REAL name.... muuuwaaahhaaahaaa), did IM me and say that she is indeed getting married.
I think she needs to come down (or up, depending on how you look at it) to Indy, and I will throw her a helluva bachelorette party.
Oh, and just for those old-timers who remember me...... I no longer date any American women.
Later all.
Sir_Chancealot.
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.
Her twist tie is being sized down to her size 4.5 finger as we speak.Originally posted by Bonhomme
Have you picked out a good twist tie for the lucky gal yet?
Originally posted by Bonhomme
Have you picked out a good twist tie for the lucky gal yet?
We have matching twist ties now.Originally posted by penkitten
hey dont i get any credit for picking out a good twist tie for him too?
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.