She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
For every person who agrees with Michael Moore, there's somebody who thinks the opposite. Otherwise, there's no way Trump could have won the election.
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.
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 had two dates with a cutie recently. She threw me a bit of a curve ball when I texted her. I left it for a week, then contacted here again. A little back and forth. I ask her out.... and nothing. She did not reply to my invite, so I lost interest and walked. I saw her the other day, she comes up smiling and even grabs my arm... but the spark is gone. I think that this is an abundant mentality... even though I do not actually have abundance in reality.
The top 4 photos were other SS members, and @TheGambino proved he is indeed dating a hot girl.
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.
Don't worry, I'm joking around. I just found it funny how quickly it turned to your photos
Post a picture of a 10 then.
10's don't exist IMO, there will always be something either physical or personality-wise that I don't like about a girl so there's only up to 9's. The girls with perfect personality and perfect looks I believe are called unicorns.
Who said a 10 is perfection?
10/10 is considered 100% mathematically. If someone's taking a class and gets 100% on a test that means he/she got a perfect score.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
@BeExcellent can you recommend any books on overcoming fear?
10 = 100% of straight men would f*ck her. Give or take.
There are so many. Most of the books I listed in the early posts in Success Starts Between Your Ears in the Wealth & Success forum address this.
Some women are more f*ckable than others.
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.
