She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
Invite her to go at the Pride Parade in MTL.Understood. It's actually the Pride parties in Toronto in a few weeks lol. I don't have a problem with gays but I don't want to be put labelled as the "gay" friend by virtue of attending these events.
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.
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.
She's basically saying you seem gay to her. That says there something about you that you need to change.I said I am not gay and never want to be. She said don't knock it until you tried it. I'm like...okayyyy....NEXT.
Nothing that needs changing, he did the right thing by just NEXTING her.She's basically saying you seem gay to her. That says there something about you that you need to change.
I didn't say anything. "Okayyyy" was just what I was thinking to myself. I never responded. Nothing about me is gay. I was making out with other girls in front of her in a club. She knows I'm not gay. I haven't made a move on her because I have other plates. She's in my orbit. After that comment she is no longer in my orbit. I've nexted her.She's basically saying you seem gay to her. That says there something about you that you need to change.
Also, that was a gay response. If you were gonna go the snarky route, you should've at least said something funny.
Sometimes, a few words is all it takes. Saves time, anyway.I didn't say anything. "Okayyyy" was just what I was thinking to myself. I never responded. Nothing about me is gay. I was making out with other girls in front of her in a club. She knows I'm not gay. I haven't made a move on her because I have other plates. She's in my orbit. After that comment she is no longer in my orbit. I've nexted her.
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.
True that. I'm experienced enough to recognize that as lack of interest. I think she was being factious by asking me to go. If she had asked me to go and I made clear I wasn't and gay and she said something like "Don't worry , I'll make sure they don't think you are gay" then maybe I would have gone.Sometimes, a few words is all it takes. Saves time, anyway.
Yeah, she didn't do a good job of selling it.True that. I'm experienced enough to recognize that as lack of interest. I think she was being factious by asking me to go. If she had asked me to go and I made clear I wasn't and gay and she said something like "Don't worry , I'll make sure they don't think you are gay" then maybe I would have gone.
Interesting. Once - maybe 15 years ago - I was at a nightspot that as usual had nothing going on, and I noticed down the street a place called "The Rainbow" that seemed to have a lot of attractive women walking around, so I decided to check it out (for whatever reason, I didn't catch on to the name). Of course, it was a lesbian place; perhaps it was also for homo men, but I didn't see any men in an embrace, so maybe not. In fact, unlike every other nightspot, there were very few men there - and also, unlike every other nightspot, there were a fair number of attractive women. Yes, I know that the stereotypical lesbian is ugly, but these women were easily on average better looking than what was seen at heteronormative places. I was so overwhelmed by how many attractive women were there that it took me a few minutes to realize that they were a lot chummier with each other than what is usually seen, after which, of course, I bolted. I wonder if the men I saw there were just hoping to catch on a lezzie that was feeling adventurous.Alot of straight guys I knew went to gay clubs here in Melbourne.
Hot girls used to go gay clubs, because they wouldn't get hit on as much.
Straight guys figured this out and started going to get the hot girls.
After a while, it stopped being known as a gay club.
If your uncomfortable dont go, But what @cola said made sense.
sounds like she has a fetishI said I am not gay and never want to be. She said don't knock it until you tried it. I'm like...okayyyy....NEXT.
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.