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.
Until you fantasize about the middle aged woman at work bending her over the desk and ****ing her during after office hours. Or even during office hours with the office door closed. I lift weights, so my mind wanders everyday.
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.
When the only thing on available to a man is a fatty or tranny, no wonder he loses desire.
The most I was able to do in a 24-hour period was 8. Cost me like 500 guilders.
Super relevant and underrated comment. It might be a good job financially speaking (I also did it), whole days of sitting inside stressing over abstract stuff in your head (and dealing with office politics at the same time) do not make it a good job physically and spiritually speaking. That's why I quit such a job (still do it for my own business, so I make my own agenda) and now work my body with manual labor as a side job.