I mean like you get nervous just walking around even if there arent hb's around? I've seen that commercial for Zoloft- for social anxiety disorder. I get really nervous in class and cant even read w/o my voice breaking up.
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.
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.
As much as the cigarette can calm your nerves..Originally posted by oakraiderz2
Smoke a lot of ciggs like my friend. He always seems like hes on the edge.
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.
I know...i was joking cause my friend humors me when he does it.Originally posted by The TallOne
As much as the cigarette can calm your nerves..
Its a nasty habit to get into, and hard to get out of.
Ah, my apologies.Originally posted by oakraiderz2
I know...i was joking cause my friend humors me when he does it.
You need to learn self-control.Originally posted by southpark
When I'm walking or just standing I have a hard time feeling comfortable, I usually put my hands in my pocket when I'm staning still because I've tried keeping them at my sides but its not working for me.
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.
The ripe age of 17.Originally posted by southpark
Man at the beginning of the summer I had the perfect job-I worked at our town's Regal movie theater but like a dumba** I quit. It was perfect - hb's everywhere. Now I'm trying to get a job at Blockbuster, does anyone know how old you have to be to work there?
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.