She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
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.
Actually, this might be funny. You say hes much bigger than you. Well say, "You seem to like picking on smaller guys. I bet you have an even smaller ****"dreamx said:dude how can I stand in his face,when he is way bigger then me,and can probaly hurt 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.
AHHAAHAHAH that's the worst idea ever. Wrestling is SO Gay i mean you wear a tight spandex and grope each other all sweaty and sh*t and the more gayer the position more points you get. Heavy weight is the worst they grab each other until one of them "gives up" then they fall on each other and start dry humping each other. All the wrestlers get SO MUCH SH*T at school and NOONE comes to the meets. So doubleBerlex said:join the wrestling team...after I did the bullying stopped
I was waiting for someone to make this comment. It's funny...there was one year when two ex-basketball players (they were cut) tried out for the wrestling team, they said the same thing before they tried out. Those guys didn't last a week of practice...they later took back their comment about wrestling.PeterNorthisawesome said:AHHAAHAHAH that's the worst idea ever. Wrestling is SO Gay i mean you wear a tight spandex and grope each other all sweaty and sh*t and the more gayer the position more points you get. Heavy weight is the worst they grab each other until one of them "gives up" then they fall on each other and start dry humping each other. All the wrestlers get SO MUCH SH*T at school and NOONE comes to the meets. So doublefor you.
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.
Try 5 days ago...oakraiderz2 said:This post is originally about 2 months old and you jackasses are still responding.