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 asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
8 months. I was shocked when she told me she was bi-polar. I never would have suspected it. She told me a couple of weeks ago when I asked her what all her pills were for.How far a long into the relationship are you?
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Be careful my friend. You know the drill. This is serious stuff.Desdinova said:She told me she was diagnosed Bi-polar, but she faithfully takes her pills every single day. Every fvcking woman should be on that 5hit.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
SecondHalf said:Ran from one of those, takes some SSRI and Lithium.
Wasn't ready to date nutty after just surviving a 14 year marriage with a cluster B.
Turned her into a FB.
Now I service her between her two month victims.
It works.
I have a friend who had that happen to him. He had no clue she was bipolar until right after they got married. She stopped taking her meds, went batshît, and threatened him at gunpoint.Espi said:I'm no expert on bipolar disorder, but a family member of mine was involved in a long-term relationship, and his bi-polar GF, for whatever reason, would stop taking her meds, and her depression would quicken to the point that she wouldn't get out of bed.
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.
cordoncordon said:I'm confused. In another thread you wrote this yesterday:
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I've found mine, and we're getting divorced. The worst part about the whole thing is I found mine AFTER I joined this forum and had been posting regularly.
Being with the wrong woman TWICE is enough for me.
And now you are saying you are with a bipolar woman WHILE you are getting divorced for the second time to another woman? Some of you guys just love the drama don't you? I don't get it.
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.