I guess I was a little too rough while masturbating and I now have a red mark on the head of my penis. It hasn't changed in like a week and I haven't even touched it since. What can I put on it to make it go away? Any help would be greatly appreciated.
"She Liked You in March. It's October Now."
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.
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"How I Made Sure No Woman Ever Friend-Zoned Me Again"
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.
diablo
Master Don Juan
Give it time, and use some sort of lubrication next time instead of chafing the skin.
diablo
Master Don Juan
Neosporin, or a good moisturizer. If you want to go hardcore, get Bactroban from your doctor. It's to Neosporin what the atom bomb is to firecrackers.
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
diablo
Master Don Juan
Tell him that you have a cut and you'd like some bactroban for it... it's just a super-strength tube of neosporin, with no potential for abuse, so he's not likely to ask you anything else regarding it. If you want to tell him the whole story instead of letting it go away on its own (which it will) then go ahead - unless he was born a priest, I'm willing to bet he's probably had similiar issues at some point in his life.