Caldus
Senior Don Juan
catch, imagine the HB9 or HB10 as your grandmother or imagine the chick being green (anything to ease yourself or just make yourself kinda think eew for a second). Imagine her in the ugliest form possible. Then approach. 
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.
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.
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.
Also i am finishing off my convos today - I know its a litlle las minute but ive had a slow week but am on 6 or 7.imagine the chick being green
so im afraid that there wont be a write up from me this week so im afraid that there wont be a write up from me this weekOriginally posted by The_Shezzler
Its been an Hectic Weekend - Sarging, Football, Date, Diarrohea (watch for a DR and FR)
I asked RBB if he would kindly do the write up for the bootcamp Week 3 but it appears he too has been busy - so im afraid that there wont be a write up from me this week...but fear not!!! MAster of the Universes thread will be posted so that you can re-read this weeks description and get to work!!!
My Results from last week
Convo Count: 19
Excellent Work Everyone, Your Progress so far is Exceptional!!!
Keep up the great work!
Sarge On...
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.
Hey... I like this bit. Shoulda closed, but that's week 4 mentality kickin' in. Good job, at this pace you'll get week1/2 over with pretty quickly. Hopefully we'll see you there in week 5/6. :cheer:Originally posted by silverfox
Me: Hey, can I ask you something.
Her: (Looks and smiles - ie go ahead.)
Me: I have to organise a flat warming party this weekend (this is true) but I don't know this area all that well. What would be a good bar to start at.
Her: Oh I don't know that many either but bar A and bar B are quite good. (She describes them a bit.)
Me: Cool, bar A sounds like it would go down well.
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'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.