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.
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.
HahahaI'll stop her before she gets to your house, and I'll END this.... you made me do this murk, I'm sorry
We both know ur type, you'll forget to wear it in the heat of the moment...But if I wear a condom... it’s type 1... 60% of people have it and including some of you
I think I’m just doomed, I have a self destructive nature as my therapist pointed out. So careless.We both know ur type, you'll forget to wear it in the heat of the moment...
And I thought by posting the expressive thread would help.
Its not 60% thats an excuseBut if I wear a condom... it’s type 1... 60% of people have it and including some of you
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
We both know you love and breath this shiet man.I think I’m just doomed, I have a self destructive nature as my therapist pointed out. So careless.
It shoulda been every two weeksWell it’s too late now she’s travelling to me in Essex from South London. I’ve also just cleaned my toilet and bathroom for the first time in 4 months, I will not let this cleaning go wasted.
HSV2 blisters are way more invasive and nasty than HSV1. Not pleasant or ignorable.Do you get hsv1 on your lips? If you do get cold sores on your lip and she indeed has mouth herpes on her vag... you cannot contract it again on your penor. I wouldn’t trust taking her word for it... hsv2 will get on your junk. I don’t know if I could even get my junk to work knowing any herpes was lurking down there.... I remember one time in the heat of the moment I asked a 9-10 if she was clean... and she said I guess... I just had my yearly check up.... instant deflation... I said just so you know I have nothing and she said who cares.... f me... I immediately backed out and retreated. A few months later my buddy was telling me his co worker was cheating on his wife with this same chick and contracted herpes.... no hiding a massive blister breakout in a marriage and was served divorce papers pretty quick.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
So if 60% of people jump off a bridge.. you jumping next?But if I wear a condom... it’s type 1... 60% of people have it and including some of you