I take it that ur 90 days is over.
I see I haven’t missed much.
Regale us with some stories.
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.
I take it that ur 90 days is over.
I see I haven’t missed much.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Hush now boy.Just spaz telling people to live their "purpose," and then stand around and soak up the pvssy.
The only fools that follow SpAzzhats advice are the same incels that mother nature intended to weed their shiit tier genes out of existence anyway.Just spaz telling people to live their "purpose," and then stand around and soak up the pvssy.
Right. I'm doing my best to be an outkast.Your purpose is to get married, have kids, carry on your genes and be a productive member of society.
Mother nature will always weed out crap genes like single 4 life men sent on their way.
Serve your purpose as mother nature intended.
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.
Okay, little spazey. No more logic for you. You pooped out? You had a long day?Hush now boy.
And don't be overly jealous that I can and you can't.
You must seriously think that I even care.Okay, little spazey. No more logic for you. You pooped out? You had a long day?