tennisbuck12
Don Juan
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What do you guys say, when a chick says she can't meet up with you? Do you not respond?
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.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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.
This is the first step you take into the white knighting behaviour. It is the third time she gives you **** while you're not to blame for that and you go all "oh, sweetypie, come here, your white knight in shining armour will take you to the races to make his little girl happy". Dude, for your own sake, stop trying to save her from her bull****. Let her handle it herself. If she cannot handle her own ****, she ain't worth your time anyways, not even as a quick pump and dump.Epsi, I asked her on a third date and she still hasn't responded. She said she still feels like **** and I said I know something fun to do that will help. We both like cars and there's a race track locally.
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.
Nope. You can't say this."no worries, let me know if you change your mind."
Sorry to hear. Take care.What do you guys say, when a chick says she can't meet up with you? Do you not respond?
Ah, the throwaway text.She never responded. Her loss.
If you guys were going to send one final text to leave doubt and keep her wondering what would it be.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Nothing.She never responded. Her loss.
If you guys were going to send one final text to leave doubt and keep her wondering what would it be.
I'd also send nothing, but as long as your frame isn't shaken, there's nothing to lose with a throwaway text.Nothing.
Acting butt hurt doesn't accomplish anything either and it might give her that impressionI'd also send nothing, but as long as your frame isn't shaken, there's nothing to lose with a throwaway text.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.