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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.


You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.