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.
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.
ElStud said:Me and my friends could be right behind a chick and I'll go "So what about her, would you f*ck her man?". We don't care.
Yeah, best to not say that stuff at work.Kev07 said:One of my coworkers got fired for this. Lady filed a complaint.
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.
Hey, good for him, getting fired for his natural desires? Screw the boss. She was probably a feminist.Kev07 said:One of my coworkers got fired for this. Lady filed a complaint.
Besides, what's the purpose of everyone using the same system?Serialized3 said:You guys are nerds.
I'll admit, I have a system.Francisco d'Anconia said:Besides, what's the purpose of everyone using the same system?
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.
The scale itself is superficial. Rating a girl on her looks is superficial!reset said: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.
I went back and re-read your post. Even though it's superficial, I have to admit it was pretty damn funny.
This should be the new scale.ElStud said:But yeah, dude's boss was a loser and the girl was probably a b*tch. That b*tch should be HONORED to want to be f*cked by an Alpha Male.
Here's how I see things...
HB1 - Does that even exist?
HB2 - Really ugly.
HB3 - Kind of ugly.
HB4 - Alright, but not that good looking.
HB5 - Alright.
HB6 - Cute.
HB7 - Hot.
HB8 - Very hot.
HB9 - Fine.
HB10 - A damn fox.
I judge whether a chick is hot on two things, face and her body.
IMO your 5 has a great body and your 6 is better than your seven and nine.ElStud said:Yeah, it's because we have different taste mostly likely. Like I'm more into blonde girls, yet the guy who made the topic clearly isn't. I mean here are pictures of what'd I rank girls...
HB5:
http://www.bullz-eye.com/Models/200303Mary/Mary-19.jpg
HB6:
http://www.gadgetell.com/images/062006/newfirefoxmascot.jpg
HB7:
http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images..._sexy_girl_sexy_women_sexy_nude_sexy_babe.jpg
HB8:
http://www.bullz-eye.com/Models/200310Stacy/Stacy-18.jpg
HB9:
http://www.vegasinsider.com/images/model_images/denise6.jpg
HB10:
Don't know.
I'd honestly rank most celebrity girls in the 6-7 range unless they're like really hot. To me, one of the most important things when ranking a girl is her face. Like if she's got a cute face, good personality, but doesn't really have much of an ass or anything, I'd still screw her. But if she's not that good looking and does have those features though, I'd have to decide.
I'd be flattered. It'd be kinda neat.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.
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.