TonyBaloney
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dont remind me Alpha - did 70 quid driving London to Sussex and back....thank god I'm gonna get a 1l for long journeys and keep the beast for local jobs (and ***** 
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.
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 a guy is dealing with a chick over the age of 21, and she's STILL more into the car than she is HIM, then he has bigger issues to deal with than her vehicular preference. The first thing he should probably do is reevaluate his choice in women.Do girls really go for guys with nice cars?
That's some truth between the lines.Duffdog said:I don't think anyone in this thread has mentioned a "nice" car yet.
I wonder why nobody mentioned driving a Bugatti. Or at least a Rolls Royce/ Lambo!
In the SF bay area-- "nice" starts at 100k. Most cute girls drive brand new IS250/350 or a brand new BMW M3 or on the peninsula, a C300. Also brand new. No american cars allowed, as those are for poor losers. Its interesting to note that most of these women who own these cars know all the sub models and numbers of those cars because they have enough money to actually buy one. So, if you drive a CL63 Brabus-- the girls will notice, and probably try to sleep with you because they know exactly how much they cost and can estimate your worth.
You must be from that part of California. I've never been to that state in my life, but most women out there know there's lots of rich folk, and they (the women) do their research. Most women out there probably married well (I could be wrong) and see lots of NEW high end cars. In Atlanta, guys who have Bentleys typically buy them used, which is a good 50k, 36k for a used 2004 Maserati Quattroporte.
In janky places across the US, I could see people not knowing what a 10 year old lexus looks like and being impressed by it. In fact, right across the bay in Oakland you will find many used hacked up lexus cars turned into ghetto rides with huge stupid wheels and shiny things bolted on.
I'm from New Orleans, and it's no different. People there have Range Rovers and live in the Projects/ the hood! Atlanta goes for the reverse, 2002 Camry/ Accord/ Altima parked in front of a nice house.
The point is, saying that a woman likes you "for your car" is not a complete explanation of why she would like you. Women like money--the car you drive is an example of the ability to spend such money on something so unnecessarily ostentatious that it indicates that you have a lot of extra money which can be spent on her.
Displaying wealth is a way to get as much 'gina as you want, just be careful of gold diggers.
clear?
Of course. A man's prospects typically parallel his ability to earn muscles and money, which is easily displayed if you buy a Rolls Royce for example. It's 401k, and that's the price. But you already know that, don't you.
Don't ever let anyone tell you that trucks don't get you laid. I was in texas with my $65,000 f350 and let me tell you what-- them cowgirls noticed...
Yeehaw! I heard that they're big on them that trucks out there! I go there every Christmas padner and noticed it first hand.
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.
people will say this but then on the other hand will be say, 5'10 and 210 pounds and you dn't ever hear anyone say "i would lose weight but you know, then how would I know if a girl really liked me for me or if she liked me because i was hot"MasterFuu said:Great topic.
I think that what you drive is important but what is most important is your personality. Do you need a flashy car to fill up an insecurity? Or do you drive a flashy car because YOU enjoy it, not because what type of attention it will get with your peers.
When I had my civic and my buddy had a loaded Maxima SV (2011) I still got the girls. It's all about your state of mind how much you value yourself. Few weeks ago I was in market for a new- used car. Budget was about $20K. Options were used BMW, Lexus (2006-2008) and I ended up getting an loaded Accord instead. Honestly I was worried what type of attention I might get with a BMW especially with chicks. Will they like me for my car or for my personality? At least this way I enjoy my new car (smooth ride looks good) but also message I do send out to the outside world is that I am a mature and responsible guy that can provide.
Honestly I have never been attracted for the shallow type of woman no matter how pretty they were. They seem to chase the expensive car driving guy though. That's not me.
Amen. And in tomorrow's lesson, we will learn that cows say, "Moo."betheman said:so....the fvcing car we drive is a factor??? next!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
As long as you don't marry them. How do you think they got that Mercedes, fake boobs and lip jobs?Espi said:Nah...I respectfully disagree. I personally see nothing wrong with women who are materialistic. I love the MILFY chicks down here in FLA who have the Mercedes and the fake boobs and the lip jobs.
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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.