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 operative here being ",..but, my girlfriend bought her own lingerie". Never buy a woman lingerie, she will never be happy with it. A woman has to do this on her own to feel sexy, make sure it fits her right, and it's HER IDEA. When you buy it for her it's contrived and it is overt and overt is the kiss of death for a man.
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.
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.
Are you talking about myspace?
negative
how did that work out?
Women see some humor in that phrase. It worked well with the women I already talked to.
sometimes thats not true.
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.
good save.
Reminds me of a married woman on another website, who was in a ten year long marriage with a sailor and who, after ten years, wanted a divorce. She said she could no longer have sex with a guy she just "wasn't in love with" anymore. The woman claimed she couldn't stand the marriage any longer and couldn't imagine what she might end up doing (cheating) if she remained married. Her husband classically responded: "You can sleep with other guys if you want."