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.
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. Listen to what she says. Girls aren't always being as cryptic as we think they are. You are in danger of over-qualifying her - in a kind of reversed psychology kind of way, she might think that you want her to love youHer: "I don't love people that easily. It's nothing personal about you. I really do like you though and I do enjoy spending time with you. I had fun on our last date. I do want to see you again. I really do want to see more of the photos. Did you photos not come out that good? I don't care what a web site says."
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
I don't think we can rate the raters and undo the ratings. The rating site is a constant. I've run the same photos 6 months apart and they score consistently.And, speaking of validation, she's right. You need to give that 'ratings' website sh!t a rest. Why do you care so much what a bunch of under-sexed basement-dwellers think of the women you date? That is pure validation seeking mate, and is pretty lame. No offense, like.
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.
Real men show photos of hotter women (and themselves).
What do you rate her as, particularly in that photo? And what would be a 9 or 10 just for a frame of reference?Real men show photos of hotter women (and themselves).
Bitter betas try to knock other men and women down.
Well, she is 20, blue eyed, Caucasian, tall, got hired at the best strip club to work nights, is not overweight, and has real boobs, so girls like that are always at least a 6. I give her a 7.5.What do you rate her as, particularly in that photo? And what would be a 9 or 10 just for a frame of reference?
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
This was a bad photo of her that scored only 26. Hence why a girl who scores 99 is rare.
I love the site. It even pointed out that you were correct about that not being a great photo. If the site were random, then if you posted the same photo 6 months apart, would it come out to the exact same score?Neither of those girls are my type at all but I just wanted your frame of reference because the second one seems nowhere near as good as the first (blonde). Second one does come off as fat and a bit damaged looking but Blondie has a bit of life in her.
I don't care what rating is websites say. Tbh that **** is just for week faggots without their own opinions, hence asking for YOUR frame of reference.


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.