well today i(sphmore) was at my sister's(senior) dance practice and also the cheerleaders dance at the same time as they do....well there is this one cheerleader an HB8(would be higher if she didnt do weed and shyt) but neway all the cheerleaders come into the cafiteria from the gym(they are connected to each other, with pixie glass {see through}) the HB8 aproches me and says hey whats up! and we start chatting...but thats besideds the point, becuase im past dicussing such things......basically we obviously talk and enjoy being around each other......o and by the way she has a bf.......well the cheerleaders are doing a pie eating contest, so she runs over there to participate...later on i see her again siting up on some mat..... so i jump up there and sit with her, we talk and talk, then all the cheerleaders leave, and we are still talking......then the cheerleader captain or whatevr(old lady) is like um HB can u leave because blah blah blah no reason at all.....ill tell u why.... because she was a white girl that was into a ****** that right i said it ima NEGRO and that old white womans a hating, blockin, bi
"How I Made Sure No Woman Ever Friend-Zoned Me Again"
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.
blockers come in all differnt shapes and sizes
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