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.
fair play man, I say save up..you'll see the difference ;-)ChapStick said:
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.
I'm 18 years old, and a freshman in college. I'll mostly be wearing jeans, and wearing shoes like that with jeans would seem a bit odd, eh? I mean, those are beautiful shoes, but I'm still a bit too young for them. Hehe I really appreciate everyone's input though!leeroyjenkins said:
I just finished my first year at uni, I wore Gucci/D&G right the way through...they're just normal trainers that look way coolerChapStick said:
You can upload the picture onto http://www.imageshack.us and post the link here.leeroyjenkins said:I just finished my first year at uni, I wore Gucci/D&G right the way through...they're just normal trainers that look way cooler
shame you can't attach a picture on here or I'd show you
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
Brother, I am complimented all the fvcking time. You can get them at Nordstroms or do what I did and hit up a consignment shop. I went to a neat little consignment boutique in Hyde Park in Tampa and picked up a pair of Mark Nasons for $45! They retail for over $400 at Nordstroms in International plaza.Heart Break Kid said:
I can never understand this mentality. Why follow the herd brother? Preppy is a cliche' just like every other "style".Analytic said:
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.
Great last on those boots, if he didn't go overboard with the mall-metal adornment I'd definitely wear those.KarmaSutra said:
Absolutely!seanchai said:
Being "unique" is good but not to the point of loosing touch with reality, thats how you end up looking like a freak. Unless you enjoy looking like that.KarmaSutra said:
This is complete and utter bullsh!t and you know it. Your argument doesn't hold water whatsoever. I'm not suggesting painting your fvcking nails black or putting on eyeliner, but for Christ's sake you should step out and make something you wear something you are. Make a statement about yourself when you go out. Don't wear "preppy" just to fit in when you go play croquet. When I'm on the golf course I am fvcking fresh as hell. I don't give a good goddamn what the geezers say. My sh!t is tight and it's going to stay that way.Analytic said:
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.