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.
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.
Bible_Belt said:My dad is an OTR driver.
In 10-15 years, big rigs are going to drive themselves. The days of human drivers are numbered.
If you are disciplined enough to save your money and invest in something, you might do ok. But most truck drivers are fat, smelly, lonely social outcasts. It's not a happy life.
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.
Don't mean to sound dumb but what's thatScaramouche said:What about doing a course in plant operation,with a little capital you can easily get a truck and Bobcat!
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
The Australian Bobcat:ProDJ26 said:Don't mean to sound dumb but what's that
Probably less than 10 years. What there will be are truck convoys in which the front truck will have a human overseer (not rally a driver anymore), with about 50 or so trucks driving themselves. Of course, this will all long haul, and regular truck drivers will still be needed to make local deliveries. But there will be vastly fewer drivers.Bible_Belt said:My dad is an OTR driver.
In 10-15 years, big rigs are going to drive themselves. The days of human drivers are numbered.
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.
MatureDJ said:Probably less than 10 years. What there will be are truck convoys in which the front truck will have a human overseer (not rally a driver anymore), with about 50 or so trucks driving themselves. Of course, this will all long haul, and regular truck drivers will still be needed to make local deliveries. But there will be vastly fewer drivers.