can't you do sports after high school?! man, you can't diss him just because he's viperOriginally posted by The Master Disaster
No One Cares. If you read his post you would see that he isn't in highschool.
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.
can't you do sports after high school?! man, you can't diss him just because he's viperOriginally posted by The Master Disaster
No One Cares. If you read his post you would see that he isn't in highschool.
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.
Not on a friday or saturday night. HS kids who play sports do **** after their games on the weekends, such as getting wasted.Originally posted by Jay-X
can't you do sports after high school?! man, you can't diss him just because he's viper
Originally posted by oakraiderz2
Not on a friday or saturday night. HS kids who play sports do **** after their games on the weekends, such as getting wasted.
Shut up *******. Plus, you can do all those things at college too, so you pretty much just made yourselve look stupid. Even if you don't play on a team, just get a couple of friends together and play.Originally posted by The Master Disaster
No One Cares. If you read his post you would see that he isn't in highschool.
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.