You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Depends where you are. If you have no clue about ****tail history and booze culture, I would say take the class.Master Bates said:I've been thinking of it as well. But what's the best way to break into the bartending business? Is it worth it to go to a bartending school and getting a license?
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.
Master Bates said:Thanks for the advice. I'd be looking for jobs in the Madison WI area. I just thought it'd be a nice way to make some cash, meet people and improve my social skills. I've been wanting a job that would be conducive to meeting people and being social and keep me on my feet instead of boring me to death in a cubicle.
What's the best way to go about looking for jobs though? Just walk into bars and ask? look in the classifieds? And what is the 'training' process like.....do you go weeks with low pay or what?
Vulpine any good websites you can recommend? I haven't been finding much lately.Master Bates said:Any books you recommend to wanna-be bartenders? I might check some out at the library.
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.
LOL, stfu for a second plz...Amante Silvestre said:A close friend of mine made a lot of money doing this. So, yeah, it could pay off in the long haul if you're up for dealing with a lot of BS and poverty up front. But you should be warned that these guys who play up the role more then likely have been into it for years and earned their keep the hard way.
In the beginning, if you're lucky enough to get a job to begin with, you'll start off working the sh-t shifts that bring little if any tips and opportunities to meet people. Simply put, you'll work really f-cked up hours nobody else wants, tending to three, old, toothless cheap drunks that never tip and would love nothing more than to "score" with the fugly, 300 pound, sow ***** that gives out BJs freely in exchange for drunken love. Afterwords, you'll get to close up and clean up the pile of puke behind the toilet at 4 in the morning. *Joy!*
After you've proven that you love punishment for a wage well below poverty for longer than you had anticipated, you'll work your way up to slightly a bigger crowd. You'll get more love from attention hors looking for a free drink, and a whole lot less love from the two bikers that just cracked pool sticks over each others heads, which you'll have to break up. But you'll suck it up and love it, or at least appear so, because you're looking for that golden opportunity to pay off two months of back rent, and will gladly smile to get those tips you've been starving for all along.
Then one day, if you're really a glutton for punishment, you'll make it to prime time. You'll make the big bucks on a high capacity night full of even more BS. More attention hors. More fights. More puke to clean up at 4 in the morning. But it'll be worth it, because now you're actually making a living, paying bills and meeting people...at about the same salary you're probably making now. Maybe more if you're really ambitious, have no social life and love giving up your weekends (because that's where the money is made).
Of course, in the same amount of time it takes to get that far, you could earn a bachelors or masters degree, possibly even at the partial expense of your employer if they have a tuition assistance program. You also could be beefing up your 401K in the mean time, taking advantage of tens to hundreds of thousands of dollars in employer contributions over the long haul.
Brother, don't change careers just because you want to meet people and get laid more often. Weigh out all of the benefits and cons that your boring, piggish, corporate employer provides...things some shady, bar-owner who will more than likely be the first to give you a job with zero experience will not provide.
Want to meet more people? More women? Get a better social life first. Keep your day job.
Want to make a few extra dollars on your spare time? Then by all means, serve drinks and walk away from that BS whenever you want without crippling yourself financially.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.