"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.

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FR: Coffee time

Kwello

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Well I was walking to the Tim Horton's to grab some food and I see this really attractive blonde at a vending machine, definitely HB9.

Me: Ooh, what are you going to pick?
HB9: Hmm... I think I'll go with the sour cream and onion chips.
Me: Better buy a pack of gum while you're at it... sour cream and onion breath = not so hot.
HB9: (laughs) I only have $1.75 on me though!
Me: Uh oh, this isn't going to work. I'm looking for more of a sugar momma type of deal.
Me: My name's ******* by the way.
HB9: Nice to meet you! I'm HB9.
Me: Well hurry up with those chips HB9! We need to go to Timmy's.
HB9: We do?
Me: Yeah, I gave you moral support during your chip selection and I need the same for my donut. What if I pick the wrong one? I'd never forgive you, HB9.
HB9: I wouldn't want that kind of guilt on my mind.
(she laughs and smiles at me, I lead her by the waist towards Tim's)

Typical 'getting to know each other' banter while in the line up... I get some sticky crap on my hand at some point while waiting for my sandwich.

Me: One sec, gotta go wash this off!
(rinsed off my hands at a nearby sink and brushed the hair off my forehead with my wet hand)
HB9: Oh I see you did your hair all pretty for me?
Me: (smiles at her as if to say yes) Yeah... actually it's for her over there (I point at the old lady working at the place)
HB9: (laughs)
Me: We have a pretty typical marriage... I give her all my money and she makes me sandwiches and tells me to have a good day.

I finally get all my food.

Me: Well, looks like I'm done with you now, HB9.
Me: Actually, you'd better give me your number. I might need some entertainment in the Tim's line again in the future... I wouldn't want to deprive you.

She takes out a pen, grabs my arm and writes her number on my skin. I was going to ask if she's German (cause I'm Jewish and she's putting numbers on my skin) but I felt like there's no way I could ever make that funny or appropriate.

Anyway, it went really well all in all. The conversation was way less one sided than I made it seem, she talked my ear off while we were in line. Lots of IOIs, I started the kino really early; like within my first 30 seconds of knowing her. I'm pretty happy with how the whole thing went.
 

"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"

You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.

Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.

Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.

Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.

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Jay Jay

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Great work!

Probably a good move not busting out the German joke, but I sure got a chuckle out of it. LOL

Good luck!

JJ
 
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