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.
HAHAHA I forgot all about Zima, but it was the first booze I ever had. My neighbor stole it from his older sister, whose boyfriend had an IROC and we thought it was the coolest car ever lolsamspade said:
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.
There's no doubt women's attitudes have gotten worse, but this seems a little counter-intuitive to me. I've always heard dating (or "hanging out", Squirrels, if you prefer) gets easier as you get older. And that's been my experience. I've found it easier to attract women as I've gotten older, and maybe more importantly, to keep them attracted.