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.
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.
Desdinova said:Feeling like crap. I need you guys to tell me I'm not crazy for breaking up with my hot GF. She wanted to attend a fetish. arty with a single male friend.
Good reason?
I've been keeping my radar on alert. I expect anything related to sex to be kept inside the relationship. She told me it was just "socializing". That's exactly what my ex-wife called it when she was screwing around.Did she just spring this ho sh!t out of nowhere or could you see it coming, at least in hindsight?
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.
I don't see any situation where this would be alright, unless the friend was gay and/or VERY beta. I mean Fogle type terrible. Even then it's weird and not something girfriend/wife material would do.Desdinova said:She wanted to attend a fetish party with a single male friend.
That's not at all what it is. It's where people dress up in leather, bondage, corsets, lingerie, and go to a bar. IMO, that 5hit should remain in the bedroom when you're in a LTR. It shouldn't be put on public display.zekko said:Just for clarification, when you say "fetish party", are you talking about those parties where they get together and sell sex products like maybe some vibrators, fuzzy handcuffs, and riding crops or whatever?
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.
...and she's going with her guy "friend" rather than you? Very audacious.Desdinova said:That's not at all what it is. It's where people dress up in leather, bondage, corsets, lingerie, and go to a bar. IMO, that 5hit should remain in the bedroom when you're in a LTR. It shouldn't be put on public display.
Directly from the website:Desdinova said:For those interested, here's a link to the event's website. Note that you cannot dress casually:
http://www.theball.ca/theball/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=3&Itemid=3
The basic rule is:
"What Happens at the Ball; Stays at the Ball"
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.
She kept insisting that it was just to socialize. The thing is, whenever I want to go out and socialize, I don't dress myself up for getting laid.Mauser96 said:What was her response after the breakup?
how nice?After “The Ball” Is Over
Everyone is warmly encouraged to make personal arrangements for after “The Ball”.
One good approach is to rent a room at the hotel. Rooms are convenient and affordable at the Osborne Village Inn but remember to book early as the hotel often fills quite quickly on “The Ball” nights.
Having a room at the hotel means that if you get lucky, or just party hard and need to rest for a moment or two, comfort is at hand.
Why didn't she invite you? That's why you dumped the b!tch. Instead of inviting you, she goes with another guy? You did the right thing no doubt.Desdinova said:That's not at all what it is. It's where people dress up in leather, bondage, corsets, lingerie, and go to a bar. IMO, that 5hit should remain in the bedroom when you're in a LTR. It shouldn't be put on public display.
Could there possibly be a better reason?? Please tell me this is a rhetorical question!Desdinova said:Feeling like crap. I need you guys to tell me I'm not crazy for breaking up with my hot GF. She wanted to attend a fetish party with a single male friend.
Good reason?
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.