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.
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.
i have no reason to do that, why would i want to mess it up with a girl im really good friends with when i have a bunch of girls at the moment that like me and one ive kinda hooked up with aalready. its not necessary, its not something i need to risk, i just want to get over her and still be friends with her.jmm854 said:It's amazing what a whiff of undergarments will do to a man, let alone a sixteen year old isn't it?
Sh*t who knows go for it her interest level in you had to be there if she wanted to jump in the sack. Unless you were a total idiot in bed which is impossible at age 16 anyway, because you all suck at age 16, she probably still likes you. I say go up to her, tell her "Remember when I said I thought we should just leave things at that and stay friends?" Her "Yeah" You "Well I don't", drop your arms to her waist and kiss her. She'll be your girlfriend tomorrow if you have the balls.
By the way, STFU you don't love her reading that made me wanna hurl.
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.