positivity_injection
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Edit: ****in nerds, u cant be helped
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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.
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.
alot of times, u gotta talk to a girl like you KNOW that you own her, and using the word "baby" is a good way to implement that my friendPlayToWin said:very nice job, better than I would have done probably, however use of the word baby got a little annoying, but its got the job done so who cares.![]()
positivity_injection said:edit: she's 20 but lives with parents, somehow they still do have a curfew over her azz lol, dunno what that is all about
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
:crackup:ME: dont hey me when i call u baby
HER: im sorry baby
HER: im sorry baby
ME: say hi the right way right now
HER: ok baby
ME: how do u say hi to me? im waiting
HER: hey baby
HER: hi handsome
ME: ill help u
ME: say "hi my handsome baby"
ME: thatd work best
HER: my my handsome baby
Awesome!ME: celtics play tuesday, probly at 8 like always, so id love to pick u up at 7 or so and watch the game with u, drink, relax, and hold u in my arms while making love to you all night long katie baby
My Name is Nobody said:How fat is she?
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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.
Nighthawk said:Wow you almost got her to agree to see you sometime maybe. Impressive.
baby?... maybe right after sex as a compliment, idk...L777 said:Lol funny s.hit. baby baby baby. Not my thing - you can say almost anything to a girl who's already attracted though, particularly through the medium of IM.
He's mad as hellllllllllu mad?
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.