Maximummax
Senior Don Juan
Even matured guys these days make me wonder.
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'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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
There are plenty of unattractive girls with BPD. Guys here think they are mostly hotties because those are the only ones who catch your interest.Malcontent said:I think I now associate HB9-10 with BPD, so I am just laying low for a while.
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.
I think a lot of the "oneitis" horror stories new guys come in here with are results of dating out their league. Of course a guy who is a 6 is going to feel like he's hit the jackpot when he lands an 8. He's not that likely to replace her and he knows it.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:This is true, however its also true that the majority of men here do not date 9 or 10's, so if they do get "lucky" and land one its more likely that she has BPD. I know I was probably a 6 at best when my HB8+ BPD approached and seduced my AFC @ss, lol.
I think this pretty much sums it up. Hot chicks can act crazy and still get guys. Fuglies who act crazy end up at home alone with their cats and are certainly never discussed in forums like these.Knight's Cross said:1. Most Not so attractive women have to actually bring something else to the table and develop themselves out of BPD.
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.