You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.
haha sweet.Originally posted by fender85
"I was deciding which one of you I wanted . . ."
Also...asked her if she thought cats would like grilled tuna and egg flavor, and how I thought it strange that they have all this tuna and steak flavored cat food, as if centuries ago wild cats were roaming the earth, diving into the ocean and hunting tuna, or singlehandedly taking down cows. Also talked about how I thought they should have field mouse and bird flavored cat food, as my cat seemed to prefer them. Also a highly successful little opener.
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 dated a really tall chick one time, was awesome.Originally posted by The Bad Ass Canadian
I walked up to this really tall model-looking girl... she had to be about 6'6"...... she was REALLY tall.
I had this rediculous over exagerrated, funny, goofy expresson on my face, all wide-eyed and sh!t, and i just burst out in an overblown Jim Carrey style
"Holy fvck, you're tall!!!!!!! you must get ALL the chicks!!!!"
she saw that i was just being a goof ball, so she busted up laughing. I never thought it would work, and expected to get slapped or worse by this mammoth chick, but she was really cool about it. Needless to say i was in a crazy mood so i didn't really care what the outcome was either way. I never picked her up, but we had a good convo, and she was a wicked chick... just too tall for me, hahaha.
Just curious: tall compared to you or to girls in generalOriginally posted by Tomb
I dated a really tall chick one time, was awesome.
She's 6'3.Originally posted by sparky1981
Just curious: tall compared to you or to girls in general
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.