ELMER_GANTRY
Don Juan
an ugly guy usually has an ugly wife or gf.....I've seen some ugly guys with hot women, but then again those guys have lots of money. If those guys didn't have the dough, those chicks wouldn't be with them.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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.
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.
explain?georgie24 said:OP and people who agree with him are potential BPD chick bait !
There out there and hungry and just as ambitious as men.
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.
& thus, the topic ends.Warrior74 said:This debate reminds me of some of the things I read on my marketing forums. I know guys who have to have the latest website with the best flash animations and the best sales videos and will spend thousands to have it because they feel its going to attract customers. And it will. Looks do matter....but then there are guys with websites that are little more than templates who make out like bandits because their site provides the quality content and says the right things that compel people to buy from them. Would they sell more if they had a highly attractive design? Of course. Would the one's with the best design do better if they had the sales copy and the proper content? Of course. Are they both making money? OF COURSE! There will always be a customer for what you're selling. And that's what it boils down to. Are you earning or yearning? If you're yearning, improve what's lacking so you can start earning.
Which women? How many of you piss and moan over ugly ass rockstars and rappers with 9s & 10s. Yup. Looks sure broke those guys. Oh wait, they have money and status. Looks, money, status, game. Of these game is the cheapest and easiest to acquire.blueline said:No it doesn't. The answer is that your physical appearance makes you or breaks you with women.
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.
Gray The Prince said:Looks definately do matter, they just aren't everything. I relized that after I got serious about football and gotten bigger and received more attention. Before, I started hitting the gym, girls mostly ignored me. Now, I have some telling me that they didn't think i would like them because they thought I'd be too good-looking for them. Before the gym, these same type of girls wouldn't even give me a second look.
OP is speaking the truth to a good extent. Here's another example.
I was in the club Wednesday night and this HB7.5 Asian girl was on this tall lanky, awkward Indian Guy. (No offense to you Indian DJs, just proving a point with the most recent experience.) As soon as I tried to get up on her friend, she got jealous, left the Indian guy and got on me, and gave me a lap dance. The Indian guy glared at me for a bit, and I heard him say, "I need to go to the gym."
So that proves the point that looks do matter.
Yeah, I'm medium-toned dark (I'm Black lol) and I always hear guys my color and darker complain how girls (not just black girls) prefer light-skinned black guys and one of my light-skinned nerd AFC friend complain that dark-skinned black guys get the girls.Warrior74 said:Ah. This is where the looks debate gets even more fun. Now some will debate facial structure, some body and muclemass, some hair eyes and noses. The Facial Symetry Crew comes out and of course, also Genentics, then the male fashionistas. It's endless. I've seen guys here get minute about why one little thing prevents women from loving them. It's just sad really.
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.