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.
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.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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?
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.
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'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.
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.