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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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.