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.
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.
It sounds like you haven't had much success on Facebook (FB). I had a former classmate randomly find me on FB. We messaged back and forth and I eventually convinced her to come over to my band's practice and ended up f%&king her that night. No date--> just straight to the point.ZhaoYun said:Dudes that come at them or try to hook up through Facebook are a joke to them.
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.
Quite the contrary, I've banged about 5 women so far that are on my friends list. However, I met them in person and simply used FB as a tool.ucmedv8 said:It sounds like you haven't had much success on Facebook (FB). I had a former classmate randomly find me on FB. We messaged back and forth and I eventually convinced her to come over to my band's practice and ended up f%&king her that night. No date--> just straight to the point.
I probably should have stated quality women. Young, immature girls and attention hoes love FB because chumps give them free love without them having to directly interact. It's just like MySpace. It works for some but mostly it's just another site for girls to get attention from horny men that have trouble getting women the real, manly sort of way.I'm not advocating hitting up total strangers on FB, I don't do that. But to say that "Dudes that come at them or try to hook up through Facebook are a joke to them" is an overstatement that doesn't ring true in my experience.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.