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.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
That's a lot of laughing for a dramedy.I'm on my 5th watch-though of the 1972 series called M.A.S.H. The jokes are so funny, and I miss so many, because I'm too busy laughing.
That was the episode that got me started watching it. I had seen a few episodes, but I never liked the show. Then they had the last episode when they finally got to home, and like you say it was an event, so I watched it. There weren't that many channels back then either. It got me more curious about the show, and I started watching it regularly, because it was on a lot in reruns.I do remember the last episode airing when I was a kid - it was a huge deal and was the most watched show for decades, up until a few years ago when a Super Bowl finally broke the record.
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Probably because she was a ho at heart. By the end of the series, they had pretty much turned her character around 180 degrees. The football game seemed to be what most people remembered about the movie, at least back then. I remember hearing about it long before I saw it.Then for some reason she later mindlessly cheerleads the 4077th in their football game with the 8063rd...it makes no sense.
The football scene was pretty well directed though.
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.
That's a lot of laughing for a dramedy.
Which brings up the question, which do you prefer, early MASH or later MASH. I tend to prefer later MASH, not because of the heavier tone, but just because I prefer Potter/BJ/Winchester to Henry/Trapper/Burns. I'm sure some would consider that sacrilege lol.The first 4 seasons, was mainly comedy . After that, it became more dramedy, as you say.
Which brings up the question, which do you prefer, early MASH or later MASH. I tend to prefer later MASH, not because of the heavier tone, but just because I prefer Potter/BJ/Winchester to Henry/Trapper/Burns. I'm sure some would consider that sacrilege lol.
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.
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.