iqqi
Master Don Juan
Right.My Name is Nobody said:They can tell with the IP address.
And me and Davenjuan are one and the same, too.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Right.My Name is Nobody said:They can tell with the IP address.
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.
iqqi said:I was actually going to post about a possible drinking problem I might have, but if anyone feels better, this thread actually inspired my gut to throw up for the last 20 minutes. I don't feel much better, however. especially since i threw up my advil.
oh.
and i have an alibi. I was actually on the phone with a sosuaver last night. I don't remember everything I said to him however.![]()
Righhtt!My Name is Nobody said:They can tell with the IP address.
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.
Well who were you talking to and where are they? I come in peace.iqqi said:and i have an alibi. I was actually on the phone with a sosuaver last night. I don't remember everything I said to him however.![]()
thanks for reminding me of that debacle.iqqi said:Right.
And me and Davenjuan are one and the same, too.
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.
Hey wait, the last time I heard I was supposed to be one of Mystery's minion. I need a scorecard.My Name is Nobody said:And I think Francisco is David D.
I might have to disagree (although, I am open to change my mind as I was already married at a young age and cannot relate to the "I rather don't have a relationship in my 20s" part). Here is why, men and women are different from a biological perspective.I'm not "buying" into any value system. I stand by the assertion that if you haven't had a "real" relationship by the time you're 30, there's something very broken and damaged inside of yourself. I will always stand by that. I've seen it time and time again..in women AND men. There are exceptions (bad luck, etc.) but for the most part it holds 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.
Hmmmm....you ARE a woman.HOMBRE said:The real men I know are completely their own men. They're not concerned with how the media portrays them.
Oh and...they don't watch Friends either.![]()
So we agree here. Yes, Real Women are/were wrong to be annoyed about how they're portrayed in the media. If they were Real Women they wouldn't give a rat's ass. They'd just be secure in who they are.Nighthawk said:They do if their girlfriend wants to.
Ok, stay androgynous if that's what floats your boat. But if you don't want to read my responses, don't ask questions.
I'll ask all the questions I want to. You don't have to answer. Any questions I ask aren't solely directed at you anyway.
But in short, no Real Men don't take their cues from the media, they just are. But were 'real women' wrong to be annoyed by how they were portrayed by the media in the past? And don't children need some guidance in their gender roles from society?
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.