You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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 love it. I get pissed at my girl when she won't let me (i.e. after a day of being out and about without showering)Mayfly said:Yeah man. I have no bones about doing it because I just love doin it that much. I have several awesome tips if anyone is interested in them.
you been watching The Sopranos or something?Mayfly said:I must say I enjoy going down on girls. It is easily a hobby of mine. But why is it a taboo to talk about or say you enjoy doing it? Discuss!
i agree with you...DarkLight said:Who said it was Taboo?
The pvssy is delicious... granted its delicious!
The only reason I could think peeps see it "taboo" is cause your servicing her.
But fvck... if you enjoy snackin the clam, than its pleasure for you too.
So fvck the "taboo" perspective on it.
(as long as she's returning the gift... alls good!)
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.
Thats one reason I've never ate pvssy yet. I'm afraid of it tasting like old trout or something. I wanna try though.azzak said:i used to love it and do it all the time. but then i had a gf who lacked in the pu$$y hygeine department and it smelt and tasted horrible. like stale fish is the closest comparison i can think of. well i dunno if she was actually unclean down there, since she was a rich girl and always pretty done up, maybe it was just her personal smell and taste, either way its kinda turned me off eatin pu$$y since then.
not to say ill never do it again, just not that keen on it. i guess i just need to find a hottie with a nice clean freshly shaven ***** to get back into it
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.