syncmaster
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"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.
FR/LR: Weirdest Night Of My Life!
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"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
Alphathree
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Lol, girls think they're so cute with their little games, and here you are being all confused and what not.
Dude, ask her to mail you your balls, FedEx EXPRESS.
When she stopped in the middle of you about to give her a slow comfortable screw against the wall, you should've just say "okay, bye" and LEFT immediately.
hehehehe, sooo cute, I can just imagine that happening. This is why women are so much fun to deal with. The hot ones think they're the sheeit.
I have sooooo much fun with stuff like this. This isn't a "problem" for you. Just make sure you don't call that one for at least a week or two... never, ever, ever, ever, ever reward her game playing.
When she calls you, make her work for it, make it reallllllly clear that that shiznit isn't going to happen again.
If she asks you to come over, say, "I'd like to but I have a paper to write and laundry to do."
Just spell it out for her. Make it really clear that you don't tolerate that stuff.
Then next time you have her up against a door with her pants off, say, just leave her there, and be like, "sorry, I've gotta go, I have a paper to write and laundry to do" (incidentally, be prepared to ACTUALLY LEAVE if she calls your bluff.... don't worry, it'll work out for you in the long term.)
Dude, ask her to mail you your balls, FedEx EXPRESS.
When she stopped in the middle of you about to give her a slow comfortable screw against the wall, you should've just say "okay, bye" and LEFT immediately.
hehehehe, sooo cute, I can just imagine that happening. This is why women are so much fun to deal with. The hot ones think they're the sheeit.
I have sooooo much fun with stuff like this. This isn't a "problem" for you. Just make sure you don't call that one for at least a week or two... never, ever, ever, ever, ever reward her game playing.
When she calls you, make her work for it, make it reallllllly clear that that shiznit isn't going to happen again.
If she asks you to come over, say, "I'd like to but I have a paper to write and laundry to do."
Just spell it out for her. Make it really clear that you don't tolerate that stuff.
Then next time you have her up against a door with her pants off, say, just leave her there, and be like, "sorry, I've gotta go, I have a paper to write and laundry to do" (incidentally, be prepared to ACTUALLY LEAVE if she calls your bluff.... don't worry, it'll work out for you in the long term.)
syncmaster
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LOL thats what i was thinking. As i'm heading out I kiss her in the elevator on the way down and as i'm walking out just say ciao! and turn my back on her. Out of the corner of my eye i can see she was like WTF!?... and I immediatley approach this other set to ask for drections (I really was lost)...
Oh and i get pulled over in 2 different situations by girls i know... while i'm on the date. Talk about social proof. She's like "god, i can't take you anywhere w/out you knowing ppl"... it was cool man.
Oh and i get pulled over in 2 different situations by girls i know... while i'm on the date. Talk about social proof. She's like "god, i can't take you anywhere w/out you knowing ppl"... it was cool man.
Alphathree
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I love social proof. Picking up women with social proof is like going through a maze of snow with a blow torch.... the walls just melt away!Originally posted by syncmaster
LOL thats what i was thinking. As i'm heading out I kiss her in the elevator on the way down and as i'm walking out just say ciao! and turn my back on her. Out of the corner of my eye i can see she was like WTF!?... and I immediatley approach this other set to ask for drections (I really was lost)...
Oh and i get pulled over in 2 different situations by girls i know... while i'm on the date. Talk about social proof. She's like "god, i can't take you anywhere w/out you knowing ppl"... it was cool man.
I try to keep my ego in check, but my ego just looooooves it when a hot girl starts calling me all the time and crap. You can tell that she's lost control of her emotions. It's like they go, "I want this guy. What? I can't have him? What's that BS?! I'm going to call him 600 times a day now until he gives in."
TheTrimReaper
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Ha ha ha, this reminds me of when a chick picked me up at a nightclub. She had to do laundry that night, too... at 3:00am after we got back to her dorm! I ended up f*cking her on the dryer while it was running. Totally awesome. Even my ex loved that story! Should have gone down to the laundry room brotha!
"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
syncmaster
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Yeah - thats where her super hot friends were... next time.