Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
It's worst now (except for the Chads/Tyrones/Chadrones, etc..) than the 1950s since as a net more guys had sex because of strict monogomy/marriage. In that light it is actually less repressive as there was less sexlessness among guys. Also women needed guys to be a breadwinner to them and beta guys acutally also had more value.The bitter irony of all this is, that from 2016-The Present, we've essentially been in a social climate which very closely mirrors The 1950s in terms of it's repressiveness. And this has sucked s-it through a f-cking straw!!!
The Nostalgiacels have had their wish for awhile now, and they're still somehow even more miserable than the rest of us
I've learned the hard way that trying to Red Pill guys out of this particular myth("Back in The 50s, even the schleps had little to no difficulty snagging decent p-ssy!!!")is more fruitless than trying to persuade an Evangelical Christian that the dead don't rise from the grave, even if the corpse in question happens to be a fella named Yeshua from NazarethIt's worst now (except for the Chads/Tyrones/Chadrones, etc..) than the 1950s since as a net more guys had sex because of strict monogomy/marriage. In that light it is actually less repressive as there was less sexlessness among guys. Also women needed guys to be a breadwinner to them and beta guys acutally also had more value.
I'm an Evangelical Christian too. Thanks for not p-ss away your effort here.I've learned the hard way that trying to Red Pill guys out of this particular myth("Back in The 50s, even the schleps had little to no difficulty snagging decent p-ssy!!!")is more fruitless than trying to persuade an Evangelical Christian that the dead don't rise from the grave, even if the corpse in question happens to be a fella named Yeshua from Nazareth
I won't p-ss away the effort here
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
I've got some lousy news for you, hoss, in addition to Jesus never having risen from the dead:I'm an Evangelical Christian too. Thanks for not p-ss away your effort here.
If anything, there's some evidence that "The Crisis Of Masculinity" so many pundits believe to be a contemporary phenomena waa already taking place back then
To be fair, ALL of us moderns could benefit from what's described hereThe 50s were neither as great as Rp dudes believe nor as terrible as feminysts believe.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
We all miss Hollywood VideoI wasn’t around in the 50s. So I would never claim they were great. I can vouch for 80s, 90s and early 2000s.
Add to that the creaks and creases you're referring to were only one part of The 1950s. As noted here, at 3:25-3:60There was creaks and creases in the "stifling conformity" if you knew where to look but you were stuck with jazz as the cool music until Elvis came along.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Oddly enough, similar factors (Sketchy social science, Panic over violent crime, etc) during both The 1950s and The Late 10s-Today led to both eras becoming far more priggish and censorship-friendlyWell I lived through the Fifties,it was a miserable,cheese paring existence....Good riddance to that!
I'll kinda sorta grant one concession to True Believers In All Things Red Pill... From late '16-The Present, the state of free speech has been in lousy shape
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Well, life probably WAS pretty cush for June Cleaver and Harriet.... Pity they were no less fictional than Neo, Morpheus, and The Matrix areOn fetlife, there is a long list of fetish fantasies people can say interest them, one of which is "1950s Household." It's more women than men who check that box.
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.