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.
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.
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?
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
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)
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.
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!
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.