I'm 19. No girlfriend. All my roommates are gone. All my good friends are out of town for the night. I'm sitting in bed on my computer at 10:00pm and I haven't "gone out" in about a month. Where would be a good place to go tonight?
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.