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.
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've lost some expensive sunglasses in my time. These days, I rock these. They're relatively cheap, they're polarized AND they're ballistic safety glasses that I can wear to the gun range. They have a bunch of styles on their actual website. I couldn't tell the difference between the lenses on these and my more expensive glasses.dasein said:I used to have nice sunglasses in my youth, all brands. The hot ones back then were Bolle Irex, Ray Ban shooting glasses, Wayfarers, Oakleys, BaloRamas (Dirty Harry looking rayban wraparounds). These days I go in bargain stores and buy them for $2 a pair so when women and friends steal...erm "borrow" them, I just get 10 more pairs. If they are picked out right at the right stores, most of the cheap ones are better looking than any of the expensive ones I ever had. They are great trinkets for flirting too that you don't care if you get back or not. Go get yourself some cheap sunglasses.
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.
No idea what a "Wayfair" is. And most Oakleys are for try hard tools. Way to bump an 8 year old thread. I suspect spambot.GolfHotel10 said:Well i have a pair of Wayfair sunglasses and a pair of Oakley Flak Jackets. If your a hat person id get the Oakleys if your more of a preppy beach person id get Wayfairs but for me it depends on my mood and the occasion and the weather that determines if i wear my Oaks and a hat or my Wayfairs. I hope this helped![]()
I'm blind in one of my eyes. Surgery can't fix it and I don't like contacts because I like something covering my good eye just in case.Vice said:And FFS FairShake get rid of clip on ANYTHING. Get contacts or surgery.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.