I'm not going to tell you, looks don't matter. They do. Fortunately for you uglier mother fuckers, women are much better than us at finding aspects outside of physical appearance, attractive.

Besides, you can't fix ugly. Get muscular, lean out. Throw on some cologne, a good outfit with a nice hair cut but at the end of the day; you're just pig in a tuxedo.

To quote a fantastic post from here:

Your physical appearance is just one slice of the whole pizza that makes up your SMV.

For your average guy, that means it's going to be an insignificant portion of what makes up your value to women. For some of you, this slice is actually a hindrance that'll need to be compensated for by other pieces of your pie.

Social intelligence is the number one contributing factor when it comes to SMV: it effects a hell of lot more in life than women. If you're good looking, you can eventually get laid on accident but it takes more than that to keep women around.

Let's look at BJ. A monster of a man at 6ft1, 230lb with visible abs. Dudes a fucking animal and women appreciate that fact about him; normally from a distance or at bar close. Come morning though, his game chases off his ONS.

BJ want's a relationship. It drives him fucking mad he can't seem to pin a girl down long term. BJ isn't the only good looking Chad with this problem. Take Chris for example.

Chris is shredded. Probably on gear, with a jaw line meant for the movies. When it comes to women, girls literally ask him to stop talking. He fumbles, he's nervous. One of the few dudes I've watched time and time again, talk his way out of a guaranteed lay.

Summer's here, I can finally take off my shirt. With a hoody on, I'm just some tall skinny fuck with good posture. Fortunately, consistently being in gym has paid off because with skin exposed, you can tell I'm athletic. That doesn't get me laid. Looks open the door, sure but I still have to walk through it.

Get all the IOI you want but until you can act upon them, it means nothing. Get out there and talk to women. There's no threshold to pass where women magically start openly approaching you. It rarely happens. When it dose, quality is uncommonly with it.

I'm sick of whinny men boys, crying about I don't get. You don't know what it's like to be ugly. To all you bitches I bring my friend Jordan to the table.

Jordan's a burn victim, half of his face is scarred to the point you notice something up, twenty feet away from the guy. He gets laid. He has quality plates spinning and he's physically deformed; what the fuck is your excuse?