You're a good texter. I suck at texting chicks... I've had two chicks go ghost on me the past two days one of whom was an ex pro cheerleader. I somewhat made up for it by making out with an HB 6 at the club last night lol
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.