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.
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.
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.
That was great. Inspiring even. Even after raeding most of the DJ HS Binle I got something from that small piece.imagine several sales men trying to sell you diffrent types of the same product. IN reality there is not much diffrence in each product, are you going to go with the pushy salesman that is putting you under presure to buy his product. Do you go for the insecure one that is not even confident aobut his own product. Or would you go for the saleman who is confident his product is best, sure he shows you he cares, he wants you to buy it, but is not trying to force you to buy it, for all he cares even touh he wnats to make the sale, you could walk out the door and as far as you know it would not bother him one bit because he knows that his product which is identicle ot the rest, is actuly the best and because lots of people want it, he does not need get every customer to buy it.
That is not necessarly true. Some products sell no matter who is selling 'em.Originally posted by check_mate_kid_uk
imagine several sales men trying to sell you diffrent types of the same product. IN reality there is not much diffrence in each product, are you going to go with the pushy salesman that is putting you under presure to buy his product. Do you go for the insecure one that is not even confident aobut his own product. Or would you go for the saleman who is confident his product is best, sure he shows you he cares, he wants you to buy it, but is not trying to force you to buy it, for all he cares even touh he wnats to make the sale, you could walk out the door and as far as you know it would not bother him one bit because he knows that his product which is identicle ot the rest, is actuly the best and because lots of people want it, he does not need get every customer to buy it.
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.
Haha. I'm not asking what is an AFC. I said, "What is WRONG with having AFC qualities -- being AFC?" It is an opinion thread.Originally posted by ireallywantgirls
! I expected more of you Fitch! i thought you knew you're stuff! OK well i will explain it to you.
Once upon a time a teen came to this site to solve his problem of getting out of the FRIEND ZONE. He figured that by being A FRIEND. He got nowhere. He read and read until his mind was filled with DJ skills until his mind exploded. He finally realized that to act like a DJ...YOU MUST BE THE DJ!
In lesson there's three kinds of people.
AFC: The meak, weak, self-conscious, friend or ignored by girls he meets. Enthrones all girls, and controlled by their every whim. Needy for girls. (no confidence)
The jerk: The guy who treats all girls like ****, gets laid acouple times by a girl then dumped. Controls all girls, but to sucha an extreme that they get left by them after awhile. Needy for girls.(Lots of confidence)
The Dj: The median between the two. They have lots of confidence, dominate the girl, but not an *******. He is NOT needy for girls. Girls NEED HIM! Girls do not run his life!
(and please explain to me why you would ask such a question!?)
i would have not replied to this if i did not talk to you online haha.
I need to go workout now. Goodbye.
BE THE DJ!
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.