drmeathead
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so i told her to call a cab and went to bed? Thoughts?
"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.
Girl Didnt Put Out
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"She's Out of Your League"
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
HalfAddict
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well that was detailed
ARrocket
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umm....depends on the context of the situation. Have you known her for awhile? Is this a first date? Did you find her on the street 2 hours before??
drmeathead
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the first two times i took her home she put out. this time she "didnt want to". she asked me to stop so i did. she put out the first two times i took her home from the bar so i figured we all knew what the score was when i took her home this time. so she "didnt want to" so i let her sleep on the couch. she still "didnt want to" so i told her i "didnt want to" give her a ride home and she should call a cab. i went back in my room till she was gone.
"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.
Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
Ever consider that her Aunt Flo was visiting?
drmeathead
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yeah i did. i also considered that my uncle didnt want to drive her ass around was in town. hahaha
Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
You could have always covered up the upholstery with a towel y'know. 
"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.
drmeathead
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maybe she was maybe she wasnt. either was she was under no obligations to do anything. neither was i.
Vendetta081789
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Hop in the shower, and the blood stops flowin'....Good times says my crimson wings...