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 replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Haha possibly. Are you familiar with sex transmutation?betheman said:this appears to be a pretty massochistic thread to me
nope! myth? fact or fiction?TyTe`EyEz said:Haha possibly. Are you familiar with sex transmutation?
betheman said:nope! myth? fact or fiction?
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
why didnt you try and get into that crack instead?Poonani Maker said:Spilled my seed today..after a long while without. I was Tortured by a hired hand, chick at a home decor (trinkets, wall picture, incense) place was helping me bending over in front of me - ... nooo panties, guys, I could see the full crack of her as5. I "was" filled with testosterone having gone without for a few weeks, I just couldn't take it anymore, and you know how these girls today (she was in her early to mid 20s, kinda fvcked up face like a slvt (crooked lipstick-smeared (like a surfer) mouth, big nose) but decent bod and showing me her as5), these girls today will talk to you (me) in a porn-starlet-like tone, you know, just nasaly talking about something innocent but with a tone of "fvck me," Damn, guys, I just couldn't take it anymore and once I was away from her out of the store, the sun bearing down on me, I HAD to slip into a closed room grabbed this plastic wrapper thing I found on a shelf and jacked, then humped a desk (rather forcefully and hard I might add at first hurting the tip accidentally) banging with my balls full force spilling my seed. RIGHT when I'd cvm I felt regret and I'd felt a weakness come over me and a tiredness, relief, and not the same man I'd been in the previous weeks, I was no longer on edge, edgy, aggressive and in control. But...I was going Cer-raze-y at this point in time, Be-cause of this b!tch who showed me the crack of her dog-face attached as5. I'd had it! I could not hold back or take it anymore! I NEVER "just slip" into a room and bang one out cause I'm brimming with horniness. I NEVER do that, and can probably count on my hand how many times I've just HAD to release ASAP or be frustrated to H3ll for the rest of the day. That's why I'd lost it. I just knew that I would not stop thinking about her as5 if for the rest of the day if I didn't do something now!!! so I did. I first did that in high school or junior high I guess, but since then, I've not waited until I got home maybe, 3 times in my lifetime, very rare, but I just could not take it anymore today around noon.
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.
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.
Have you got a job? Now I have a week job this task is so much easierDJ Bax said:I'm at day 7 right now and I'm horny as ****. I had to get off the computer earlier today because I knew if I was on it for another minute I would go straight to pornhub and wank one.
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.