sad but trueshe's saying "if I were the only one you were seeing, this would be every night" but we all know that's a lie.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
sad but trueshe's saying "if I were the only one you were seeing, this would be every night" but we all know that's a lie.
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.
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.
Fvck that. If you're going to videotape anything it should be taking a load to the face or getting acupuncture up her dirtchute after a dirty sanchez.Serialized3 said:So you're saying "don't get laid where you live" then, eh?
Honestly man, this might just be the legal eagle in me, but you need to save the crazy texts and messages she keeps sending you, and maybe taking video of her if she comes over again. That way if she decides to press charges for you involving the dog or whatever or decides to cry rape, you'll have some evidence that shows she's the psycho stalker and not you.
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.
First lesson you must learn young asshopper: Stop watching so much fvcking Star Trek and reading so many comic books.ValleyDJing said:You took martial arts for 6 years man? I don't believe you! I thought martial artists had like a spidey sense when danger was approaching. You should have like done the matrix when the glass was flying at your head.
not recently... from the age of 9-14ish/15.. then it got in the way of high school basketball so I quit. but I can defend myself to the point where I'm not afraid of anyone.. but you still pick and choose your battles. The first thing they teach you, well not the first but one of the more important things, and anyone who has taken a martial arts class can vouch, is once you get to the point where you actually realize what you are capable of, to only use what you know to defend yourself.ValleyDJing said:You took martial arts for 6 years man? I don't believe you! I thought martial artists had like a spidey sense when danger was approaching. You should have like done the matrix when the glass was flying at your head.
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. Stronger, smarter, and more interesting. Makes you realize how great dogs are too.backbreaker said:what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
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.