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.
Just got to go deep in them hollers and find yourself a nice hillbilly girl with 2 eyes and all 4 limbs.Who aren't worshipping statism. I found it really hard to find women who aren't insane like this
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 have an on and off fwb that's convinced that she can convert me to a post-modernist view but proceeds to tell me that she is a moderate. She seems pretty okay with me not liking her idea of abortion but man, I'm bit hesitant to tell her that people that claim to be transgender are being disingenuous. She's not ready for that debate.
I can feel the incest *shudders*