"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.

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Trust your instinct ,It's smelled fishy from the start.

The Diver

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Picked up this girl online and set up a date. An hour before the date I got a txt:

She : "please honey can you make me a favor and pick me up , I lend my car to my brother.

Now , I never picked up any of my date before ,but as we were living very close to each other I picked her up from her place.
After the coffee date , I dropped her at her place, and asked if she's going to invite me in for a coffee,,,she did ,and I ended up F0cking her.

Week later I text here to set up another date in here place, in which she said

She: "I moved to a different place and can't give you my new address.

Opsss I thinking to myself, that smell fishy, aspecialy after f0cking her at her place last week .
I respond with:
Me: "that cool we can go to my place" (In hindsight, I shouldn't offer to go to my place, after suspecting something is fishy with her.)

Anyway, a week later she text me with:

She: Hey honey , we can have now this coffee you suggest at your place, can you darling pick me up. (too much darling and honey for only second date, I didn't liked it at all)

Me: hey what's happened to your car?
She: Ow , I don't have petrol.
(Me: laughing inwardly and thinking: definitely fishy), At that point my instinct told me to bail out, but I thinking with my "other head" , and answered with:

Me: Ok, txt me with a place where I can pick you up.
She: (" txt me a place to pick her up")

Half an hour before picking her up, I got a txt"

She: Ow darling I can't wait to see you. (Me thinking: ????? Wtf ?)
Me: Cool
She: Ow darling, I have a big favor to ask you , but I'll wait to see you first.

Hahahah,Now, I think to myself, "The Mother of the fishy".(didn't I mention I should bail out already)

Me: You better tell me what is it before I coming.
She: Ow darling,can you land me few dollars till next week, Please?
Me; NO, bye.
She: bye.

Well lads, If it looks like a duck ,walks like a duck and quack like a duck ,it is a fvcking DUCK. Trust your instinct.
 

"She's Out of Your League"

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.

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