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.
sure....Cinamon said:Personally i'd prefer a bigger bust, but definetly beats going home alone after a night out
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
How the hell do you have 0 posts? Are you a ghost?Tony T said:
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
agreed.horaholic said:
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.
Daddy The Pimp said:
Yeah I know. I just was interested to see what other dudes and ladies too I guess think about her. I kind of want to know if I can take her out in public, if you know what I mean.IKO69 said:
No. I slept with her twice now. It was pretty easy actually. She added me on facebook(I'm starting to really like that site. I've already had 3 dates and some numbers. And it's so ****ing easy to get your foot in the door.) and we started posting shiit on each others walls and then emailed each other a few times then I got her to set up in chat and met her at a bar, because she likes to drink and is a pretty cool chick. Most of you guys would think she's real and fun. See she used to be my sister's best friend in High School and I liked her and would always tease her and she would act mad, but I could tell she like me, but I never got to do anything with her. She was pretty fvcking hot in high school too.evesman said:
That's your opinion. Nobody hates you for it. But do you count latin chicks as white, because they are the shiznits.Negative_Nancy said:
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.
Tony T said:Oh No....Don't Tell me....
She's a Dude Right....???
And you Bangin her?
And now...you're feeling guilty?
And you want some Emotional Support from the group for your transgressions....RIGHT?
lOL....OK.....we got the picture now!
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.
