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Bud_Fox
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Well, can you?
Just wondering?
Thanks
Just wondering?
Thanks
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 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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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.
lmfao post of the yearBible_Belt said:cootie cooties girls have cooties!!!!
Talked to a doctor because my best bud has oral herpes and I wanted to make sure I didn't get it, if I could still smoke pot with him etc(though I didnt ask like that).. Direct contact is the only way to get it, much more rarely by drinking after the person, but there needs to be mucuous membrane on membrane to transfer the virus. Highly doubtful that you can get an std from a handjob although I heard something about guys getting the virus/bacteria for different stds under their fingernails from fingering puss y. Don't know if thats true though.spax said:Yes..
If she has a coldsore and touches her mouth and then your ****, u get herpes on your ****.
Also if she has warts on her hands, u can get get them on your ****.
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.
Bible_Belt said:Honestly dude, if you can see a sore on his mouth, I would still not share the same joint/pipe/bong or whatever. This is coming from the 'girls have cooties' guy. I have shared plenty of smoking pieces w/o catching anything, but look for those cold sores and stay away when you see them.
just so suave said:Watch How High, they dont share their spliff with some guy cus he has a cold sore haha