A strange encounter on my way back from the library. Tall, blonde she is standing on the pavement outside a house as I approach. She asks me for a favour. She tells me she is locked outside her house and is trying to break a window and asks if I can do it. I tell her I am not breaking anyone's window and suggest she ask the elderly couple that is approaching who I assure her would be happy to oblige.
"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.
Damsel In Distress Needs a Favour!!
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