I want you to know that i still think about you heaps and i really really miss you. I also want you to know that you are the only person i want to be with - there is no one else i am interested in - i want you. If you were here with me right now i would give you a big hug and kiss, perhaps even more than that but since you are not just think of me doing that and that is actually was from me.
"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.
To My Girlfriend
- Thread starter OzzyBoy
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"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.
TTAG
Don Juan
thats pretty afc man, aren't you a dj?
Sexy_Malibu
Master Don Juan
I wonder if his girlfriend reads the DJ forums? 
"Stop Asking Your Friends What to Text Her"
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.
Paid Laid & Made
Senior Don Juan
Seriously ... LOL ... I am scurred. That is some AFC prime sh1t right thurr.
CyranoDeBergerac
Master Don Juan
Aw, I wuv oo too honey dumple kins...
Ass.
Ass.
Evil-Rom
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Ummm... WTF Mate?
squirrels
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K...you're dumb. Thank you, drive thru.
"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"
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.
"She Made Her Decision Before You Finished Your Sentence"
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.
jbbrain
Master Don Juan
ok, but don't assume that we know what situation you're in. At the end of it all, I'm not condeming you for that email, although the hardcore bible thumpers will.
My beef is that I don't understand why the hell you're posting this? There's no point. Do you want our praise and our attention?
You have mine (attention that is): Most useless post in the history of Sosuave
My beef is that I don't understand why the hell you're posting this? There's no point. Do you want our praise and our attention?
You have mine (attention that is): Most useless post in the history of Sosuave
LOL
this being posted here is akin to a guy in a kkk outfit walking into a black neighborhood smiling
"If you were here with me right now i would give you a big hug and kiss, perhaps even more than that but since you are not just think of me doing that and that is actually was from me."
Im laughing so hard imagining SHE is reading his email while porking some other stud.
this being posted here is akin to a guy in a kkk outfit walking into a black neighborhood smiling
"If you were here with me right now i would give you a big hug and kiss, perhaps even more than that but since you are not just think of me doing that and that is actually was from me."
Im laughing so hard imagining SHE is reading his email while porking some other stud.
dude....maybe you could of just have sent her an email instead of having all us real DJ's laugh at this. Hell man i thought it was funny, but i always go for the underdog.
Let her go...if she comes back which she will play with her and let her go again. Done validate.
Let her go...if she comes back which she will play with her and let her go again. Done validate.
"She's Out of Your League"
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.