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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Cologne is like wine, in a sense. It can make some women a little bubbly, slightly intoxicated, or flat-out drunk. I wouldn't recommend anything so strong that it would make women DRUNK by the smell of it. lolWelsh DJ said:What colognes / aftershaves would you guys recommend using? Is it a good idea to have a range of them?
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
i like the tom ford alot.Burroughs said:good stuff BB
since you go deep into this fragrance game I'm going to pose a question I've struggled with:
Guerlain Vetiver vs Tom Ford Grey Vetiver
guerlain..classic though intense.
tom ford...subtle, refined.
I give the edge to ford because of its daily wearability. (though the guerlain is the king of kings in many ways)
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.
if you liek the barbershop go get some clubman aftershave. that's basically what it is. the stuff they put on you at the barbershopHalfAddict said:Don't hate on the Old Spice bro...
I also like Hawleywoods no.9 which makes me smell like a barbershop.
Down Low you know putting cologne on fabric alters the scent. Neck, wrists, and chest, on bare skin then your body will carry the scent.
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.
pretty much.l you have your base smells and most knew stuff is just a variation on that.Bible_Belt said:I read somewhere that the number of different essential oils that are available to perfume and cologne makers is actually quite small, 250 or so. I think that's why the older fragrances have not been really been replaced. It's hard to come up with new ones.
Aqua di Gio is actually the worst fragrance EVER, by far! It smells UNPLEASANT, even outright DIRTY and it is the only fragrance that ever evoked feelings of HATE inside of me. I remember how basically EVERYONE was wearing it like 10 years ago, particularly the type of guys who thought they were cool but really were fake @ss motherfukking losers whose faces I wanted to punch in. I truly and utterly DESPISE Aqua di Gio and the people who wore it at it's height of popularity. I've never really experienced such negativity towards a fragrance, it stands unique... If anyone ever gave me a bottle of this GARBAGE, I'd feel INSULTED and smash it into the ground right in front of them!thebluntguy said:And I'm surprised nobody brought up the best smelling cologne on the market. Aqu Di Gio by Giorgio Armani is a can't miss scent. It's a bit outdated now, but I'm telling you, I've never met a woman that doesn't like the smell.
You say that you had this intense hatred for this cologne. Very weird if you want my opinion to hate something so viceraly. But you never said women hated it. I got news for you buddy....nobody cares if you like it or not. Men don't wear cologne to impress other men. At least not straight guys. This cologne gets great reactions from women. Afterall, that's why we wear the **** in the first place.Die Hard said:Aqua di Gio is actually the worst fragrance EVER, by far! It smells UNPLEASANT, even outright DIRTY and it is the only fragrance that ever evoked feelings of HATE inside of me. I remember how basically EVERYONE was wearing it like 10 years ago, particularly the type of guys who thought they were cool but really were fake @ss motherfukking losers whose faces I wanted to punch in. I truly and utterly DESPISE Aqua di Gio and the people who wore it at it's height of popularity. I've never really experienced such negativity towards a fragrance, it stands unique... If anyone ever gave me a bottle of this GARBAGE, I'd feel INSULTED and smash it into the ground right in front of them!
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.