Wait, why you in there with Fist!?Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
You'd be in some serious trouble when you found out that I'm already in the linen closet.
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.
Wait, why you in there with Fist!?Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
You'd be in some serious trouble when you found out that I'm already in the linen closet.
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.
Wait... why is Fist in your linen closet?Originally posted by penkitten
what are you doing in the linen closet?
eternal is going in because fist is already there....
didnt you know fist and eternal are always in there ? like a secret passage way....Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
Wait... why is Fist in your linen closet?
haha
I didn't know that... I guess we'll have to go play someplace else then.Originally posted by penkitten
didnt you know fist and eternal are always in there ? like a secret passage way....
Wait, I missed this? Not on my life... penkitten's been waiting months now for me to post pictures of her naked in my room - if both you and Eternal don't mind giving us some privacy, I'll continue giving the kind members of this forum more wanking material.Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
I didn't know that... I guess we'll have to go play someplace else then.![]()
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
I'm afraid I'll have something to say about all that.Originally posted by diablo
Wait, I missed this? Not on my life... penkitten's been waiting months now for me to post pictures of her naked in my room - if both you and Eternal don't mind giving us some privacy, I'll continue giving the kind members of this forum more wanking material.![]()
gio, you told me you werent going to show those pictures to anyone !!Originally posted by diablo
Wait, I missed this? Not on my life... penkitten's been waiting months now for me to post pictures of her naked in my room - if both you and Eternal don't mind giving us some privacy, I'll continue giving the kind members of this forum more wanking material.![]()
They are safely locked away. Believe me, if I'd given diablo those pictures, he'd have them posted from here to the end of the universe by now.Originally posted by penkitten
gio, you told me you werent going to show those pictures to anyone !!
* storms out *
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.