I’m soooo happy you decided to commit to this fitness challenge. First off, I want you to set a goal for June. It can be anything that will ultimately make you healthier and happier. I want you to set your bar high, but also make sure your goal is realistic and achievable. Your goal can be to eat clean everyday, to work out 5 days a week, to run a certain number of miles over the course of the month, WHATEVER YOU WANT.

Set it, commit, and make a plan. How are you going to achieve your goal? Perhaps set some smaller progress goals that will allow you to achieve your month’s goal. Then tell me about it! snaptress@gmail.com

I posted a calendar for extra challenges and so that you can keep track of your progress and stay motivated along the way.

Here’s an explanation:

Max Out Monday – I want you do as many pushups/burpees as you can muster. Write down the number. See if you can’t do more each week.

New Stretch – Every Tuesday, I’ll show you a new stretch. I hope you’ll need it because your ass will be sore as hell ☺

Get your ass moving Wednesday – Doesn’t sound as catchy as Max-Out Monday but you get the point. Get moving! Go run. If you can’t run, walk. If you can’t walk, row, bike, ANYTHING! Just get your heart rate up!

New Exercise – Every Thursday, I’ll show you a new exercise to add to your repertoire.

Flex Friday – Show off!

Saturday – I’m going to give away prizes to a couple people each week who are really working hard. I admit the prizes will be small such as a copy of a poker book, a t-shirt, or poster, but I wanted to try to help motivate you guys!

Take pictures/videos of yourself completing the challenges and path to your goal and post them! Make sure you tag me so I can see them! Twitter- @kristyarnett or Instagram: @snaptress and HASHTAG #kristyfitnesschallenge so everyone can see each other’s progress!

I’m also going to put you all on an email list to send you motivational stuff every now and then! You can obv opt out of that at any time!

Good luck!

Just checking in. How are your New Year’s Resolutions going? Do I need to kick your ass?

As you guys saw from my last blog update, my main resolution is to complete 30-Day Challenges every month (among other goals). This month was to do Yoga everyday. So far, so good

When I started doing Yoga a couple of months ago, I felt defeated at first. I thought the poses that really inspired me were going to be impossible. Like this:

This girl is someone who I came to know while doing the Under Armour Women contest. Her name is Kacey, she won the competition, and it’s obvious to see why. (She’s @kaceyac on Instagram)

One of the biggest reasons why people fail at meeting their goals is because it’s hard to see the end. It’s incredibly discouraging when you focus on how far you still have to go. Instead, you need to focus on the processes, and celebrate small success along the way to keep you motivated. See every improvement, no matter how small, as yourself getting closer to achieving the ultimate payoff.

I decided to take a few pictures to see if I’ve made any progress in my flexibility. At first, I was disappointed because of course, I wanted it be a giant step forward. Haha, it’s more like a baby step. Maybe even a baby crawl. But, as I said, I have to be proud of the subtle improvements I’ve made. I am closer to this particular goal than I was a month ago, right?

Well, you have to start somewhere! Here’s a new one too:

Which I want to eventually look like this:

I’m going to end with the following picture, because this pose is the one that really got me into yoga. It requires an incredible amount of flexibility and STRENGTH! (Currently, I can’t even begin to try this one or get off the ground)

Now GOOOOOO!!!

Now that the hangover from NYE celebrations has subsided, I’m as ready as ever to accomplish some big goals. My main New Year’s Resolution is to do a 30-Day Challenge every single month of 2013. The concept is incredibly simple, but I think the results can be life changing.

For January, I’m doing Yoga everyday. Each month I’ll pick something new that either I’ve always wanted to try or that will help achieve some of my bigger goals. Some of my smaller goals include:

–finishing National Novel Writing Month (write 50,000 words in November). I’ve wanted to do this for the past 6 years and have never been able to get myself to commit
– be a pescetarian for a month
– call a friend or relative everyday for a month
– 10-day juice fast
– play poker for a minimum of 40 hours a month
– Study writing
– Study nutrition
– Run a marathon/complete a half ironman
– Become more confident/assertive

A few months ago, I tweeted the following video that begs the question, “If money were no object, how would you really enjoy spending your life?” Do you know?

I’m still in the process of really figuring that out, but I do know a few things. I know that I love to write, I love living a healthy lifestyle, and that making others laugh or feel inspired is incredibly rewarding. So, with that, here are my big goals for 2013:

Write a book
Compete in Fitness America (November)
Win Pro Card (Fitness Competition) <– First competition date marked is an NPC event on April 13.

In addition to these goals, I also want to make sure my close relationships remain my top priority. Ambition is great, but not if it’s blinding. You don’t want to reach the top of mountain with no around. Well, at least I don’t. I want lots of people there, slapping my ass saying, “Great climb, champ!” Make sense?

I’m going to keep track of my goals and progress very closely via my blog, some on twitter, but lots on instagram (so don’t follow me if you don’t like food pics). I want to do this so I keep myself accountable because I have given up so many times. These are going to be my two mottos this year:

“Don’t give up what you want most for what you want now.”
“If you’re tired of starting over, stop giving up.”

Get after what you want! It may seem impossible, but you’ll never know unless you actually try. And if you don’t try then you’ll regret it. And then you die. So ya, GET YOUR ASS MOVING!

And listen, you’re going to meet obstacles. Some of the obstacles might even be your so called friends. People love to hate or bring down others because they’ll see something in you that they wish they could do. Don’t stop!!! Arnold didn’t!!

<3Kris

Excuse me for the hostility, but I just got done reading a few forum posts about me rating my “do-ability” or lack thereof. I know, I know, don’t read that shizz. Usually, I don’t, but somehow I found myself reading about how I “look like a prepubescent asian boy.” Actually, it’s been almost exactly three years since I first posted this blog about the forums (and Durrr’s nipple), so you would think I’d be completely over it by now, right?

Well, I’m not, but I will say that I’m stronger now. Instead of the mean words paralyzing me or worse, pushing me into wanting to change myself to get closer to what they want, I actually feel motivated and more sure of who I am.

At the beginning of the month, I tweeted this:

I was alluding to the BodyBuilding.com Bodyspace Spokesperson Competition I entered. For those of you guys who don’t know, I’ve been working EXTREMELY hard at my overall fitness. In the past few months, I’ve learned so much about nutrition and weight training. I implemented it into my life and am proud of the changes.

Still, I knew that if I entered this competition, posting the pictures would put me in a really vulnerable position. After careful consideration, I came to the conclusion that I will not make decisions based out of fear. Whether it is fear of failure or fear of what others think – it doesn’t matter.

I want to win this competition because I want to inspire people. I’ve done some soul searching to figure out what really makes me happy, and honestly, the most rewarding feeling in the world is to make a positive impact on someone else even if it’s just making them laugh (as you can see, I have gone to great lengths to TRY make people laugh  )

No matter how many posts say, “This girl needs some tits.” Guess what? I’m not going to get cut open so a doctor can shove a bubble of “booby-type feeling solution” in my chest because YOU said I needed it. Now I’m not saying I have anything against women who haven chosen to do this. In fact, I applaud them as well. It’s an incredibly brave choice! Just because it’s not for me doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about motor-boating the shit out of a few pairs of perfect-10 breasts! (Sorry, was that demeaning and sexist or is ok just like it’s ok for me to make racist Asians jokes because I’m Asian? Hmmm… ) Like this one:

Oh yeah, and one time, like four years ago, someone at a table suggested there was a bet for how long it would take for me to get fake boobs, and Phil Ivey chimed in and said, “Don’t ever do that sweetheart. You’re fine the way you are.” Love or hate that guy, he pretty much never makes mistakes at the poker table, so I’m assuming that while he’s sitting at one, he makes infallible statements, right??

OH wait, he totally mucked a flush on ESPN during his WSOP Main Event FT run didn’t he? Sheeeiiit… Maybe I should get fake… ehhhh.

Hahaha just kidding. But honestly, my husband, loves what I’m doing, loves my boobs, and is even my workout partner, and that’s what matters.

I want women to know that beauty has nothing to do with being skinny.  It’s about being a beautiful and strong person from the inside out (yeah that sounded so cheeseball I want to shove a stick in my eye, but whatever, it’s true). I have two younger sisters that I have always tried to set an example for and this is part of that as well.

I want everyone to know that you can do and accomplish whatever you want! And maybe you have decided what it is you want, but you’re scared to start or try. Yeah, it’s scary as hell because what will people think and what if you fail? But, more importantly, what will you think of yourself if you NEVER try!? Don’t give a shit like the bad ass honey badger and DO IT!!!!

So here’s the deal. I’m happy, healthy, and grateful.  I will live a longer, more vibrant life because of these “disgusting muscles.” When I’m opening my own damn pickle jar I’ll be laughing your face! With every goal I accomplish, I am becoming more confident and sure of who I am. I want this so badly for everyone who hasn’t been able to do it (whatever “it” is) yet.

I’ll end this with a quote that people seemed to really like from my blog “Who the F*** do you think you are?” because it’s applicable here as well.

LIFE IS NOT A BITCH. IT’S SHORT. EVERYTHING IS AWESOME, AND THEN YOU DIE. SO DON’T WASTE YOUR TIME BEING AN ASSHOLE (you dickwads on the forums) AND BE FUCKING HAPPY.

I feel awkward and kind of embarrassed about posting this pics, but I’m putting myself out there for what I want. I want to win this competition. So here are the pictures. And if you are so inclined, go vote for me. Click the LINK TO BODYBUILDING.COM Spokesperson Competition, click “View Women” and search for kristyarnett by scrolling down (I’m in the very left column) or hitting CTR F to search the page.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, guys.

<3 Kristy

I’m a person in poker media, and sometimes I just want to scream, “Hey! Who the FUCK do you think you are?”

(Excuse my language. Wait no, actually don’t. If you are expecting an eloquent, graceful blog like that of Matt Glantz and Olivier Busquet ((side side note: They are FUCKING AWESOME)), then stop reading. I like to swear and make immature jokes).

As you could have probably guessed, no, I’ve never screamed that before. I usually just sulk away, bite my tongue, and remind myself that having a job (my super fantastic, dream job) is better than having an outburst. However, I totally asked my boss if I could write this, and he said yes. (Fist pump) Despite having been given permission to mention specific names, I decided not to. I’m not here to call people out. I just want to express my opinion… And clearly, I’m not the only one who has noticed the negativity in poker lately:

See! David Baker says fuck too, and he’s super cool (so is his honey), so I’m good!

For those of you guys who follow me on twitter, you might remember me writing that I got into a verbal altercation at the table, and that I’d write about it later. It spurred the idea of this blog. Just to be perfectly clear, I fucking LOVE poker and the community of people in it. I’ve met so many special people and have made tons genuine friendships. However, there are always a few mushy blueberries in a box of juicy ripe ones (haha that was my attempt at making a non-cliché comparison).

Anyway, here’s what happened:

I was playing in the $1,000 NLH event on Sunday. My starting table had only one person I recognized (he’s a young Czech guy who I apparently met at a party in Prague. He said he remembered me because I told Melanie Weisner that I would go topless sunbathing on the beach with her if it was just us. I do not remember this. Tequila may be at fault) Anyway! The whole table was having fun, chatting away. I met a guy in the military, a farmer from Michigan, and a friendly, older, gentleman with a southern drawl.

The last player I mentioned, let’s just call him Texas, had done some things that pros would find fishy – his bet sizing, limp calling raises with J4 offsuit out of position, etc. But, he was having fun and didn’t mind he was losing chips. Texas got into a pot with a player with a Sissi Poker Pro patch on. Let’s just call him Italy. On the river, Texas made a large bet of 900 on a low, semi-coordinated, paired board. Italy tanked and asked him if he would show his hand if he folded (classic question to get a read on someone, obviously). Texas didn’t give up much information, joked a bit, then said, “I’ll show ya either way.” Italy called with ace-queen high, and Texas showed him ace-four, for bottom pair.

Italy threw up his hands, made a sound of disgust and laughed. “Were you betting for value? Did you even know what you were doing?” he asked. Texas laughed and didn’t say much. The banter between the two continued in a tense tone, until a few hands later, Texas raised Italy’s big blind. Someone joked about him picking on Italy. “Do you think I’m pickin’ on you?” Texas asked him.

Italy put down his iPad and fired back. “Hey, are you having fun? You are here for fun, right? This isn’t fun for me. This is work. You leave me be and you have fun.”

Texas sheepishly replied, “Well I’m not just here for fun either.”

Italy scoffed and said, “Well then, I feel sorry for your family.”

WHOAAAAAA hey now. Again the words, “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” flashed in my mind, but instead I said, “Hey, that’s crossing the line. Don’t talk about his family. You don’t know him. You’re supposed to be the pro, so act like one.” I think I said more, but when I see red, it’s hard for me to remember things clearly. I was pissed. Italy didn’t say anything after that, and I felt AWESOME.

A couple of days later, I was at the Bellagio, and a player who I trust, told me that he witnessed this story:

A well-known pro who plays in Bobby’s Room often was berating a dealer at a table in front of the cage. The manner in which his chips, or lack thereof, were stacked in front of him would indicate he was losing in the game. He told the dealer to spread the deck as they normally do after action is complete. Well, apparently he wasn’t happy with how far the deck was spread. He laid into her. She sat there, taking it, as her bottom lip began to quiver. The floor came over. The pro continued his rant, and the floor did nothing to stand up for the dealer. [edit: I just heard another story of him forcefully asking a dealer to spread the deck today. WTF?]

The poor treatment of dealers by particular high stakes players and them getting away with it isn’t new. Again, who the FUCK do you think you are? Do you think you are better than them? You’re not. Yeah, I said it!

Now, these are extreme cases of ignorance and entitlement. But, as I mentioned before, there does seem to be an ever-increasing amount of negativity, feuds, and bashing going on in public forums. In my opinion, a lot of it is childish and completely unproductive.

Here’s what I’m NOT saying: I’m not saying poker players owe us media, or anyone for that matter, anything. IMHO, you don’t need to dress up for TV or do interviews if you don’t want to. It’s part of the beauty and freedom of playing poker for a living.

I’m also NOT saying that players shouldn’t say how they feel. I think it’s important for prominent figures to speak up for everyone. There have been incredible improvements made because of the right people piping up. All I’m saying is, if you were a person in charge of something, who would you rather help? The person screaming, “You suck. OMG, blah blah. Change this, or I’m gonna totally like flame you on twitter, bitch bitch, moan, bitch.” Or, “Hey, let’s talk about changing this because of these reasons and many people feel the same.” (ie. How Vanessa Selbst talked to Jack Effel about the ladies bathroom. Calm, cool, with good reason, and lots of support. TADA! Fixed!)

Poker is the hardest way to make an easy living. I know that. I’ve been working in the industry for 6 years. I ‘ve seen people rise and fall, come and go, and become different people because of what poker can do to you. This may seem like a blog bitching about people bitching, but what I’m trying to do is to make people see the ridiculousness of it all. I want people to regain perspective and live a happier life. It reminds me a quote by the hilarious, Louis CK:

Everything is amazing, and no one is happy.

As a player too, I’m not immune to being irrationally soothed by a knee-deep wade in a shallow pool of self-pity. Just the other day, I was stuck, miserable and sitting at the table thinking about how bad I run. How bad I’d run in the last five sessions. I ignored a call from a friend, dropped my phone into the cup holder, and longingly stared at the massive pile of chips that used to be mine, carelessly stacked in front of the “fish.” Yeah, who’s the fish in this scenario? ME, FOR SURE. As if we are on the same frequency, my husband sent me a text that couldn’t have been more on point or come at a better time.

——I just walked into the condo and saw a picture of us lying on the beach in Bahamas during the PCA. “Remember why your life is so good,” is such an amazing quote (This was something my poker coach, Andrew “Balugawhale” Seidman, always used to say). Think of the things that poker has given to both of us. Think of the things it teaches you about yourself. It shows your true inner self when you face adversity. You seem easily broken and insecure deep down. That shows in poker and in life. Use poker to help you fix these areas of your life also. I found out so many things about myself over the years and am still learning. Most of those were negative things, but I guarantee that you have noticed I’ve made improvements. Poker shined a light on these areas, and I continue to grow. I need you to do the same. Phil Galfond said it best, “You probably took up poker to make your life better and to have freedom. Don’t sit at a table when you’re miserable inside then. Enjoy your life and freedom and only play when you are back to your normal self.” I know this is hard, but it’s truth. I love you babe, I know you are strong willed (more so than I) and will learn these things as I am learning them now.—–

After reading his text, I literally felt a weight lift from my chest. I felt light and happy again. Everyone has the opportunity to work on his or her faults, improve their character, hone their skills, and enjoy life.

As for the specific things he said, about me, he’s right. I am insecure often in poker and in life. I can feel incredibly confident at times, but my view of self worth lives an dies by variance. I talked about it with Lauren Kling in one of my latest podcasts. I constantly wear a chip on my shoulder and have a nagging want to PROVE SOMETHING to everyone. But, I have the power and will to work on these things.

So with this all said ,I want you to ask yourself, “Who do I want to be?” And from there, look at what you project to the world. Do you improve the lives of those around you? Or do you just bring them down because you’re constantly complaining, telling bad beats, or just being mean?

Or, if you just don’t give a fuck like the honey badger, that’s cool. That’s your prerogative. Just don’t expect to feel fulfilled by anything in your life or the people around you. Chances are the people you surround yourself with are negative too.

LIFE IS NOT A BITCH. IT’S SHORT. EVERYTHING IS AWESOME, AND THEN YOU DIE. SO DON’T WASTE YOUR TIME BEING AN ASSHOLE AND BE FUCKING HAPPY.

<3 Kris

I met up with her, had lunch, did some credit card damage at Macy’s and H&M, talk over one-too-many-caffeinated drinks drank, and left each other with a new closeness we haven’t had in years. We even bought the same dress. I think of this as the “friendship bracelets” for twenty-something-year olds.

I caught the Subway back to JFK three hours before my flight (just to be safe) and sat at my gate, awaiting my direct flight to Madrid, Spain.

“Kristy Arnett, will you please come to the counter, Kristy Arnett.”
“I’m Kristy. What’s up?”
The Delta employee, a middle-aged man with small pot belly underneath his navy blue vest and hairy forearms smiles big at me.
“You’re gonna like me.”
“Oh yeah? I think I like you already.” I say with an awkward wink. Lynn Gilmartin told me to always be overly flirtatious to those with the power to upgrade you.
“Here’s your new ticket. You’re flying business class tonight.”
“REALLY! I don’t like you, I LOVE you!”

I’d never flown first-class on an international flight but had always drooled at the look of the seats as I passed them on the way to coach. I grabbed my new ticket, turned around, fist pumped, and under my breath said, “That’s what I’m talkin about!” I then realized what the fuck I just did and called myself a weirdo. Then, I realized I just had a conversation with myself out loud. I cursed at myself again, this time time in my head. Eh, screw it, whatever, I’M IN FIRST CLASS!

Boarding the plane first, I hate to admit, gave me a feeling of superiority. I hate that it did though. All first-class means is that you paid a stupid amount of money for extra comfort and superior food/beverage… or you’re lucky – like me!

When I sat down in my window seat, I was amazed at all the free goodies you get! Socks, lotion, toothbrush, toothpaste, sleeping mask, and even a shoe horn, all packaged in a cute little travel bag. They also serve you drinks immediately and give you a whole menu to choose from! For those of you guys who follow me on Facebook / Twitter /Instagram/ Pinterest / Tumblr, you know that I’m obsessed with taking pictures. So of course, I had to take this:

The woman next to me, who was clearly a first-class reg, rolled her eyes at me. She then complained to the stewardess that her outlet wasn’t working and desperately needed to charge her iPad. Sweet lady, you really need to play Angry Birds.

She was kind of a drag to sit next to, but I really enjoyed the flight. It was a good reminder though of how I never want to be a snotty butthole when I’m ballin outta control (yeah, I said it, WHAT?) and take first-class flights all the time.

I spent a week in Madrid covering the EPT and even got to go to see Real Madrid play!!! Haha it’s funny, because as I’m typing this, I’m getting goosebumps. First of all, I couldn’t believe our luck and that we actually got to go. I LOVE soccer and what soccer girl doesn’t LOVE Ronaldo??? The stadium was electrifying and even from our nose-bleed seats, I could clearly see the sick display of athleticism at its highest level.

I had so much adrenaline in me that carried over to the post-game party, that it resulted in this:

Yeah… I have no idea. All I know it is that it was SO MUCH FUN! And the guy who’s trying to fight me in those pictures is Remko Rinkema who works for PokerNews.NL. He’s one of my favorite people in the world. Everyone jokes that he thinks that everyday is, “The Best Day EVAAAR!” How do you not love someone like that? Anyway, if you missed anything from EPT, here’s my recap.

After that event ended, I boarded a plane and took a 10-hour flight to Atlanta, followed by a 6-hour layover, another 10-hour flight to Santiago, Chile, and took a 2-hour car ride to Viña del Mar. It might sound like a lot of travel, even too much, but I didn’t mind it at all, haha this is a pic Chad Holloway snapped in our shuttle to the hotel.

I’m disgusting looking after 30 hours of travel but happy! Here’s why:

That’s me, on the beach, doing MY JOB and having waaaay to much fun filming which resulted in this video:

All I’m trying to say is that I’m SO lucky, and I don’t ever want to forget it. A lot of us, particularly those of us in poker, lead unexpected amazing lives. If someone where to tell me that I’d have as many stamps as I do on my passport just a couple years ago, I’d have said they were crazy! When life gives you a shitload of lemons, make a shitload of lemonaid, and don’t forget to share, AMIRIGHT?All I’m saying is, I always want to be the weirdo who gets overly excited about an upgrade than the disgruntled rich lady who only finds joy in Angry Birds. (Cut the Rope is way better anyway)

Kris

I hope you guys are well. I’m recovering from my latest trip to Brazil.

If you guys like my YouTube vids, please remember to share/subscribe/like it!

Thanks!
Kris

Last year around this time, Donnie Peters and I started a prop bet to finish the nutso 60-day cardio-based workout plan called Insanity. It was so effing hard, but we did it. Afterwards, I felt unstoppable. Gone were the days of waiting for Andrew to get home to open pickle jars for me. Pshh, I crushed those airtight seals. [Blog about Insanity results]

Well, I’m out of shape again, and I hate this feeling. I get tired during the day and just feel slow and sluggish. My friend from college came to visit a couple of weeks ago and introduced to me to two things… 1) the show Workaholics [which is effing hilarious] and 2) Jamie Eason’s 12-Week Program.

This friend was also on the baseball team at the college I played soccer for. As former athletes, I think it’s just programmed into our bodies to want to try and stay in shape. Anything else feels unnatural.

Whether you have or haven’t ever been in great shape, I have a feeling that you would like to. We all have excuses… “I don’t have time.” “I travel too much.” “I don’t know how.” I’ve used them all before, but I’ve made health a priority. You only live once, and you only have one body, so TAKE CARE OF IT!

So I decided I’m going to give this workout/meal plan a try. I’ve kind of always been interested in trying something more along the lines of bodybuilding. I’ve always thought that girls with fit, toned bodies are super attractive, which got me wondering what guys think about strong females. I posted this picture of Jamie Eason and got some majorly conflicting responses.

I posted a “softer” looking pic of Jamie, and then there were many more “hot” responses than “not.”

Personally, I think the second picture is super hot. It’s just interesting to hear what guys think about strong female bodies. In general, most guys want to some boobies and butt cheeks to play with, and they also don’t want to lose an arm wrestling competition to a girl. AMIRIGHT?

Anyway, to each their own. This blog is kind of a ramble. Sorry about that! My mind has been a scatter brained. I am working on my next video, and I can’t wait to shoot it! Thanks so much for your feedback and support on my first YouTube video on the FriendZone.

<3 Kris

If you liked the video, can you please, please, please share (Twitter/Facebook) and subscribe on YouTube?!?! It would mean SOOO much to me!

And here’s the long version of Friend Zone advice…

Please my friend Fionna.

She’s pretty, outgoing, and has a great smile. You guys met a while back, and over time, you’ve fallen for her. You’re not really sure how to go about moving forward and out of the platonic relationship you’ve begun, so you opt to drop subtle hints. Whether or not you are aware of it, SHE KNOWS. SHE KNOWS YOU LIKE HER.

Fiona won’t clue you into the fact that she knows you are being tortured with your unrequited love for her. Oh no. She will relish in it and drag it out as long as possible. She’ll keep you hooked with minor, semi-flirtatious gestures, but always remind you that you are indeed, like, total BFF’s. Women are taught that they are to be desired and sought out, so who are they to brush aside admirers? You give her the attention, and she takes it, without question.

Oh F***. You’re in the Friend Zone… now what? GET OUT, immediately. Become less available. Stop immediately returning her calls/texts. She’ll start to worry she’s losing one of her adorers.

At this point, she’ll start worrying about losing you. It will force her to think about whether she wants to be with you in a romantic relationship or not. When she realizes that she can’t forever keep you in the Friend Zone with her tactics, she’ll have to make a decision. If she doesn’t understand what’s going on, or fails to give you any kind of clear signals as to what the future may hold for you, then you’re going to have to take a leap of faith and tell her how you feel.

It sucks, but it has to be done. Otherwise, you’re gonna end up like this guy:

And here’s a bit of harsh reality. If you’ve been in the Friend Zone for a long time, and you haven’t hooked up at all, you’re probably NEVER going to get out. It’s more than likely that she doesn’t have a strong enough physical attraction to you. If you have hooked up (drunken nights or whatever) at least a couple times, then you have hope!

My advice is to do whatever it takes to get out of the Friend Zone. Loving someone without the same in return is just heartbreaking. To willingly continue putting yourself in a situation like that is bordering on masochism.

Of course, this is just my opinion, and all situations/friendships are different.

I hope you guys liked this post and/or video!!! Remember to check back next Wednesday!

-Kris