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.
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.
wth? and why can't you use your place? don't tell me you live with your parents. I can see why she wouldn't want to fvck in her parents house, but what's your story?909pua said:im 30 shes 22 but dont wanna keep paying for a room...
she dont have her own place..she still lives at home with parents...i guess my car would have to be an option..
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.
married...and she knows i am..makes the situation easierKal0051 said:wth? and why can't you use your place? don't tell me you live with your parents. I can see why she wouldn't want to fvck in her parents house, but what's your story?
i have an SUV... but one time she complained that people might see her naked..... like she fked up the mood! i dont know how i can instill in her mind that everything will be OK...BustedKnucks said:with the economy in shambles there are way less cops on the street at night. hope your car has a big back seat.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
i do man, just bought a house last year..my house is a demilitarized zone..can't take her theredonjuanapprentice01 said:at 30 years old, you better have your own pad man.
LMAO, DUDE... that's way too funny. Guess your fvcked then, your wife might have a problem with you fvcking some 22 year old. LMAO...909pua said:married...
Kal0051 said:LMAO, DUDE... that's way too funny. Guess your fvcked then, your wife might have a problem with you fvcking some 22 year old. LMAO...
Dude I'm in no way a moral adviser or pretend to be, but if your wife asked us where she could have sex with a 22 year old hunk, what would you want us to tell her?909pua said:ahahha she doesn;t know...not a damn clue...we were having marriage problems and i found this girl..
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.