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.
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.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Your scale is somewhat flawed. Traditionally, any girl who is bad-looking is supposed to rank below 5. A five is someone who is kinda neutral-looking. Therefore, if you tell us you are dating a UG4, we are right in laughing at you.My scale is strict. When a girl is ugly, she's ugly.
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.
This only applies under the assumption that there are just as many ugly/unattractive girls as there are normal/cute/goodlooking girls. This is just not correct. Most girls out there are normal looking, and there are alot of cute/pretty girls around. It's more seldom that you see a really really ugly girl, than when you see a pretty, sexy girl. Atleast in Scandinavia, where I live this is true. I know that in some other countries there are many badlooking girls, so this is affected by where you live.Obsidian said:Your scale is somewhat flawed. Traditionally, any girl who is bad-looking is supposed to rank below 5. A five is someone who is kinda neutral-looking. Therefore, if you tell us you are dating a UG4, we are right in laughing at you.![]()
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
See what I mean, different people have different taste. That's how I rank girls. My ideal women is probably either a blonde or brunette girl who's thin, has a cute face, a decent ass and nice feet. Though if she's chubby, but she's still got a nice body and a nice face, I can go for that(Like this one girl I liked named Marissa).Obsidian said:agreed. I think ElStud's scale is kinda absurd.
A woman doesn't have to be a super-model to rank a 7.
And she definitely doesn't have to be anorexic to be beautiful.
I'd be flattered.reset said:How would you feel if you knew some chick put a picture of you on the internet and had a bunch of anonymous strangers rating your physical appearance?
Anyway, everyone is different. If we all had the same tastes and interests this world would be boring.
The whole concept behind this thread makes me sick though. So why am I posting in it?
Interesting.
Well that's good. Sometimes a guy will be like "what about this chick I just met here's her picture" and to me, that's just f'ed up.Alkali said:I'd be flattered.
But they were on google.
If typed 'boy' into google and my picture was in the first four pages I might have that fixed...
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.