"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
Club promoter street team
- Thread starter Pandora
- Start date
"Why Women Dump the Guys Who Try the Hardest"
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
LiveFreeX
Banned
Pay sucks till you get good at what you do. I have a friend that used to line people up at events, a couple calls and he'd have nearly 100 people showing up at an event. DJ's knew him by name... actually come to think of it, I also know a DJ who used to be a major coke dealer. He had a following of tons and tons of people and wherever he went money followed. You've got to be really into Dance music, partying, and know loads of douche bags with tricked out cars. There aren't really any jobs in the want ads, it helps if you know how to DJ, bartend or dance (and are ripped). It's more of a sidejob that anything.
Bible_Belt
Master Don Juan
Dont get me wrong its WORK but you can have fun with it. Its a social job. You gotta know how to work the crowds. I banged so many females during that time, was on my AAA game, had a face and a name in the streets and even got slapped by some bish, dissed, almost jumped, shot at(not really but gunshots 15 feet away). dealin with homeless trannys, pimps, thugs, elite cosmo sophisticates, college crowds and sports fans etc. EVERYBODY. Its a dope job and experience. I highly suggest you try it out...but be reayd to go balls to the wall.
Keep in mind its not glamorous, it has its moments as your PART of the glitz but you are pounding pavement in all conditions pandering to people to come to your venue...just be alpha and have class and fun with it. get grimy if you have too..fukk it.
Also thats not the only thing you do, back at the club my manager would have me working the door, watching for minors in the club (so basically partying and dancing with bishes and even drinking, while kicking out any drunk ass under 21 year olds). Chillin in the DJ booth etc. Id do it again but the pay sucks balls.
"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.