I’ve never read The Rules, but I am guessing these are different. Heartily agree with most of them — pacifically #2, #3, #7 (seems like a ‘no duh’), #21 (again, abso-fuckin-lutely), #24, #26 & #31, which are just riffs on the same theme, really, and #35.
I haven’t dated in well over 2 decades, so the endless txting before an actual date didn’t exist. Some of the ‘who pays’ or traveling together ASAP or meeting the parents within a year are also pretty circumstantial 
Fun read, in any event.
I refused to buy it, so I took it off the shelf at Barnes & Noble and read it in the cafe. It’s absolute trash, and I had one of my biggest schadenfreude-fests ever when one of the authors got divorced.
I agree with many of those rules, but whoever decided “no roommates past age 28” either lives outside of NYC, or in NYC with a trust fund. And I can see the “no diminutive nicknames for adults,” but I think Sen. Jamie Raskin seems pretty mature.
Yeah, my PIC and I both commented on how roommates are a necessity if you live in a big city and/or are in grad school.
I prefer the rule “no skateboard after 28,” but that’s just me.
I have but one rule for dating these days: don’t.
