She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
Her nose is her worst feature. It is not nicely shaped.Colossus said:Lol 7 guys, really??
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.
Yeah I agree, as well as the joker style thin lips, plus proportions of her face. All very very minor things though.Atom Smasher said:Her nose is her worst feature. It is not nicely shaped.
I can get a handful of those, I have short chubby fingers. Good enough for me!KarmaSutra said:You're not a woman if you don't have t!ts to fvck.
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.
This, lolWarrior74 said:As presented, I rate her Fvckable and Publicly Presentable.
Blows blondie out of the waterDemodulate said:the people rating her a 7.. lets see what you consider a 9 or 10..
Yep, 10+ in Butte, MT. She has all of her teeth.Rollo Tomassi said:NYC 8
L.A. 7.5
South Beach 6.5
Butte, Montana 10+
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.
Ok I'm gonna do a drive by here for a second only because this guy has done it to me about 50 Million times. A 7 huh? At best? Oh you have to be all bad azz, keep up that persona, and downgrade this girl huh? Why don't you post some pics of the girls you have been dating from that How To Be a Man book you are writing? Please? Coming from someone who looks like you, that is surprising. She is a very solid 8-8.5 and I can promise you 95% of the guys on here have not had anything close to her, including you. I would lay every dime I have that this girl would look at you and laugh and laugh if you tried to pick her up. You are not even in the same city block as her.KarmaSutra said:At best, a 7.
You're not a woman if you don't have t!ts to fvck.
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.