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'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.
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.
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.
Totally disagree. Went to the stripclub last night for a friends 21st, and all these AFC tipping this HB8.5 stripper, whilst I was just sitting in the back area chilling/drinking, nearly at the end of her dance she spotted me, and after her dance she approached me (I wasn't surprised at all, I knew she had to approach meOriginally posted by ShawnLG
Looks are not 90% of your game. They help but will not do sh*t for you if you have no game. Most of your attraction comes from on how you carry yourself and behave around women.
Originally posted by Kerensky
I just wanna say, if you put Brad Pitt in a room and Style or whoever the **** PUA yuo want, the woman will choose Brad Pitt. Even if Pitt says "i love u...ur the world to me....etc."
Clubs is the only place where looks are around 80% of your game.Originally posted by Gerange
I'm curious why dons keep saying your looks don't matter or they're just part of your game when it seems to me, after doing approaches for almost a year now in clubs, in malls, on streets and in college that looks seem to be almost 90% of your game?
I know a guy who looks like a model, he's 6'2 and pretty muscular with a beautiful face. Almost no girl is attracted by him (except his hot girlfriend) because he usually looks tense and anxious. He's not a complete nut (he's really clever) nor a social deflect (he's got lots of friends), he's simply insecure.Originally posted by Gerange On the other hand, if your a good looking or buff guy, then the girl is already attraced, and given the right circumstances and assuming your not a social defect or a complete nut, she'll be in on you from almost the get-go.[/B]
This explains why my friend Julian, who's 5'10, fat as Jabba the Hutt, with a greasy and pimpled face walks arm-in-arm and hooks up with HB8s all the time. I used to think it was because he started working as a Club Manager at 16, but probably it's because of his great looks...Originally posted by AlphaChump
Looks are 90% of your game. 70-80% of which you can't change. Sure, you can work out, and take care of yourself, but you pretty much look the way you look.
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.
Originally posted by unknownDJ
Totally disagree. Went to the stripclub last night for a friends 21st, and all these AFC tipping this HB8.5 stripper, whilst I was just sitting in the back area chilling/drinking, nearly at the end of her dance she spotted me, and after her dance she approached me (I wasn't surprised at all, I knew she had to approach me), yer we talked for over an hr and she skipped her dance to keep talking with me, we talked about all random **** like tattoos (she had 2 tats on her back), the scratch on her bum (from the floor), perfumes(she smelt soo nice), talked a bit about me n about her as well, and she asked me if i was gay? I was like **** no haha, and she said I have very pretty eyes, kinda corny
. Well the point is if i was a average looker, i'm 110% certain that she would never approach me unless I tipped her big when she was dancing. Looks is a big factor, don't underestimate it.
I could of took this chick home if I wanted to.
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.