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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
He wont read shyt, cuz he's too fvckin lazy. Let alone, hit the gym.horaholic said:When you read this, please start banging your head against the wall...Harder..... HARDER. Aim for the Morrisey or Robert Smith poster I know you have hanging on your wall. If I was a mod, I would start locking every thread you start. I swear you remind me of a chick I used to date. No, wait. She actually went to a doctor to try to help herself. I dumped her anyway, cuz she was a downer, but at least she tried.
Come on, man. I want ONE positive thought, action or goal. Write some poetry or something. You'd probably be good at it. Lets hear it.
Or, why dont you get pissed and tell me how much of a dyck I am, and how you'd kick my ass if you ever saw me. At least then I'd think you actually have a penis.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Good move.CapedCrusader08 said:I am going to call a therapist this week and set something up.