WhitePimp
Master Don Juan
I also ride my bike when I'm stressed or not stressed...but I actively search out harder routes when I'm pissed.
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.
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.
Nice to see another cyclist in the forum. I've always felt that using exercise as a diversion was the best way to relieve stress and make you more fit at the same time. It definitely has a different outcome than just boozing it up.Originally posted by WhitePimp
I also ride my bike when I'm stressed or not stressed...but I actively search out harder routes when I'm pissed.
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's a sexist joke in there that's straining to get out y'know....Originally posted by penkitten
i evict people.
i manage hud apartments. really.Originally posted by Francisco d'Anconia
There's a sexist joke in there that's straining to get out y'know....![]()
I knew there was a reasonable explanation but my mind chooses to amuse itself in its own way...Originally posted by penkitten
i manage hud apartments. really.
why does that sound so familiar?Originally posted by Francisco d'Anconia
I knew there was a reasonable explanation but my mind chooses to amuse itself in its own way...![]()
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Does the voices in your head amuse you too?Originally posted by penkitten
why does that sound so familiar?
actually i wanted to say, spoken like a true man... however i thought that might be a mean thing to say ...Originally posted by Francisco d'Anconia
Does the voices in your head amuse you too?![]()
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
HA what a pvssy.Originally posted by Pure Drive +
I cry myself to sleep because I got mad and hit the door too hard with my hand.![]()