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.
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.
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.
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.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
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.![]()
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.
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'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.