"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."

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.

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so I number closed. still feel the rush

slitherjef

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Must mean a sign of improvement getting a number. Of course getting her number is just the first rung off the ladder. Still got to get my foot in the door. Get a date.

This was a biggy for me my only 2nd number close on my own. Feels really good to man up and get the digits
 

"I just moved here from Florida."

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.

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You're on the path to having millions of numbers. I swear "give me your number!" is an automatic function when talking to women now. It just blurts out all on its own.
 

"Why Women Dump the Guys Who Try the Hardest"

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.

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Okay, here are the details for those of you who are interested, there is not much, here so you may have to re-read a few of my previous post.

I started to think about getting this cuties number after my last encounter with her. Most of my encounters with her have been pretty good. The last one, I learned she was leaving the store so I figured what the hell, why not attempt to get her number, she is leaving anyway right? Our last encounter, a rubberband fight broke out, which was fun. Today I ran into her while she was on break, today I was determined to attempt a number close, it was just waiting for the right time. While she was reading in the break room, I walked out and said, "break time, eh?" she said yea. As I walked out, I shut the lights out on her, well most of them due to a safty thing. Then turned em back on and walked away onto my business.

A bit later I see her in the back room and say hello and walk by, I cut things short because that other chick I was into was there. I over heard them talking, the hotmom was headed to lunch so I decided I should get to work and do what I intended to do and attempt a number close.

hotmom: Im hungry, im going to take a lunch.
Cutie: okay
hotmom: you feeling any better?
Cutie: yeah, a little bit.

I head to the bathroom and come out and run back into my target, the cutie...

Me: your not feeling well?
Her: yeah, well, I was a bit angry today.
Her: *proceedes to tell my why* The long and short of it was she needed a couple days off from her new store to go get her storage so she can get ready to go to china.
Me: CHINA!? Whats up there?
Her: going to go up there for 5 months to teach english
Me: *thinking this chick is full of surprises* very cool (what a generic ass response LOL). Im also thinking now I have an excuse to hear more... elsewhere besides the back room.
Her: if they don't let me take that time off, I will just quit before I plan on.
Me: yeah.

The conversation stopped there. Through the whole conversation I was looking at her face, in her eyes when I could

A bit later I grab a piece of paper fold it up and shove it in my back pocket. I was going to do this then walk by her department and see her doing something:

Me: what are you making?
Her: oh, Im just putting some tips away. I got to decorate two cakes.
Me: *peaking over the counter* So, your going to have to tell me more about this China stuff
Her: Oh, really? (playfully)
Then we get interupted by some one saying hi to us. When she walks away, I pull the piece of paper out and place it on the counter and said the magic words: "hey, let me get your number, we can go get coffee one of these days"
Her: take the paper, writes her number down, goes to pick it up and then goes back writting a bit more, her first and last name, then hands it back to me.

She tells me she don't drink coffee, but would do hot chocolate
Me: So, are you not old enough to drink coffee?
her: *giggles a bit* Na, im not much of a coffee person. Can you just see me on caffine?
Me: not sure, you ever see me on caffine?
Her: I don't know, have I seen you on caffine?
Me: probably. *starting to make my exit* So, I will give you a call in a couple days
Her: okay

I make my exit, run to get some lunch at chipotle. Get to chipotle tell em what I want and they hook me up with a free meal!! Sweet.

So there you have it. Got her talking about her self said the magic words, "let me get your number" and I have another number close under my belt. About friggin time I grew a set.
 
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