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.
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.
For the love of god...NOOOOOOOO!cNfny said:her - we are too alike in personality and would probably fight a lot
me - haha OK
her - but we can be friends cant we?
me - actually i'm kinda busy, but i'll keep you in mind when my other friends aren't around
her - dont be bitter its unattractive
me - im never bitter, but always fun!
her - good be fun then, now go to bed and dont have nightmares
(i used to have nightmares when we started talkin and i'd text her durin the night about it)
me - i won't anymore, i've moved on from us
her - hmm its interesting how your handling this, just so you know...it just adds to life. you don't always have to move on from life. just live it. be happy. dont dwell. like you said youre fun, be fun. g'night.
haha reason for that was the first night she joked and said dont have any nightmares and i told her i never did and if i were to by some weird coincidence id wake her up right after my disturbance. so it became this little thing.For the love of god...NOOOOOOOO!
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.