"So, What Do You Do for Fun?"

She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.

Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.

The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.

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I was thinking of Starting this for a long time, but most my outings have been very mixed, so I really need to up my game. So I decided to finally start putting some of it down.

I got dumped by my girlfriend about a year ago, which changed the direction of my life dramatically (to the MUCH BETTER, I See now). But I think I have finally gotten over it! First I realized I hadn’t been out talking to women for a loooong time. So whenever I went out I just got completely wasted, maybe because I still felt some pain or nervousness, or maybe just because it was something new; turning back from my AFC ways. Luckily I live in a European metropolis, so there are plenty of hot women around.

I’m 6ft2”, broad shoulders, blonde hair, blue eyes and don’t look bad, never really had problems attracting girls, but had problems interacting with them. I will make a note that I'm not a big fan of one-night stands anymore; I've had about 40-50 in the past and was really the only way I got laid before getting a girlfriend.

Feel free to comment or give me pointers, critique or pep-talk (on both my writing and interaction).

Here we go!
 

"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.

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Wednesday

Easter Weekend, me and my mates decided to hit the town. Working day we hit a sportsbar with a live band playing. It was a funny venue, and as the night went on I approached a three-set (HB9, HB8 and HB6) who had been eyeing us out. After a few exchanges her friend grabs the one I was talking to by the arm, and they both turn their backs to me.

(I guess I should have engaged with the group, and not just the one. They did seem like massive teases anyway)

So I eject, or they ejected me, and stand around for a bit with my friends. Then this small HB5 jumps me and is all over me. I go along and decide to have a bit of fun with it. Ask if she wants to shag, no reply and she just gives me a sly smile. She was very drunk, and not really doing it for me so I just ejected and went home.

(Hmmm, stay away from weird, drunk and average girls)
 

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Thursday

I go out with one mate to meet his cousin, whom supposedly has a group of girls with him at some chic nightclub. Once we get there, the club is very chic, where it was rich people throwing champagne around (well, trashy if you ask me). We meet the girls (HB9, HB8x2, HB7x2), but they were already pretty wasted and nonsensical. We bounce with his cousin and HB8, I get to talking with her on our way to a bar and she laughs hysterically at all my jokes. We walk for a bit and I phase in and out of the conversation with her and I’m not really fussed.

As we get to the other club, she is literally all over me, buys me a drink and a shot, a lot of kino (I’m in there I start thinking). We go on the dance floor and she starts rubbing herself up against me. The other guys go to another dancefloor, so it’s me and her left there. She starts rubbing her tits and ass against me, so I go in for the kiss, as I had seemingly gotten all the buyer-signs. But she rejects it and asks shocked at first, telling me she thought I had a girlfriend and asks my age straight away says “she’s not like other girls” (She’s three years younger). I act unfazed, but the air sort of went out of the balloon, I managed to salvage some pride when we got split up, she kept calling me over and I just ignored it, and then she was suddenly there in front of me rubbing her body against mine.

We have a sit-down and chat for a bit. I walk her to the bus-stop and got her number, got a text from her the following morning. Guess I will pursue, since the guy that knew her said she “had to know a guy before anything happened”, which is fair enough. Approach with caution!

(Don’t show your hand too early, if I hadn’t gone in for the kiss that early things might have progressed differently)
 

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Friday

Had an awesome night in the park with several people, which really got me in the mood to hit town.
Go out with two other mates, we meet up with three other girls (HB9, HB6 and HB7), whom I’d met once before. The problem here was that my friend had previously gotten with HB8 and HB7 and HB9 is in some serious relationship, so I decided to keep that as hands of, and only use the chicks as social proof.

The night turned into HB7 and HB6 fighting for my friend’s attention. So I ended up hanging around a lot with HB9, we made jokes about the social dynamic that was going on and got along quite well. I think I got some of it right; cracked jokes to her and she kept laughing.

We got into the club, bypassing the queue and such. The two girls kept fighting over my friends attention, so I decided to dance on my own. This short cutie (7 or 8) suddenly started talking to me; and before I got a word out this short-muscly-aggro guy came out of nowhere and told me to piss off. I don't know if I handled the situation right; I just smiled at him, told him to chill out. He kept telling me to move, I said I was fine where I was and just kept dancing, glancing at the girl, whom gave me inviting looks back. I leaned passed the guy and asked if it was her boyfriend, she shook her head. The guy told me yet again to go away, I just kept my cool and smiled at him and said that I was fine where I was. It ended up with him standing really threatning towards me, but I refused to budge. I asked him if she was his boyfriend, in a friendly manner, and he said no.

So I don't really get what the deal was; he was just really agressive for no apparent reason, I wasn't even touching her and we had hardly exchanged words, any ideas on how to solve this situation? Or should I just done what I did? Keep your cool and act indifferent?

(Act cool if confronted, coming with girls really does help, gives you a base to return to if shot down and makes you all that more attractive to the opposite sex!).
 

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Saturday

Had another day in the park with several people, a guy came with his, almost, mute girlfriend. Which is ok, since we can just be guys, talk about girls and be generally a bit rowdy. After the park, and quite tipsy, we go to a club.

The constant going out was starting to wear on me, but the time spent in the sun certainly helped and I was feeling very happy and energetic!

We move to the club, a fancy sports-bar, very american style.I wasn't having much success, approached about four girls, several foreign ones and had alot of trouble communicating with them. As the night wore on and the dancing got hotter I noticed two potentials. One REALLY tall girl, sucker for those for some reason, I'd say HB9 and a short dark-haired one HB8. I was overlooking the dancefloor and noticed that HB8's friend was making out with someone, and she was getting hit on by about three guys, or they were grinding up against her.

I beelined to my friends who were close by and as I turn back around she was right there, we talk for a bit, I tease her for being a bartender, which really hit home. And then I tell her I am going for some fresh air. She follows suit and we are outside; I touched her cheek, and then her lip and went in for the kiss, success straight away, but she talks down to me when I try touching her boobs. Anyways I was quite content. I ask her what she's up for later; "Not going home with you!"; "Nah, I mean later this week" - with a cheeky smile. She gives me her number and tells me that I'm too assertive, which I just shake off. We go into the bar again and part ways, the place is almost closing.

I find my friends again and notice the HB9 is about to leave with her friends, I run up to her and crack a joke; which I set up with my friends, they all laugh hysterically. Her HB6 friend comes straight up to me and starts dominating the convo and it fizzles out quickly.

(How to dodge the HB6 bullet (just tell her I'm talking to her friend and not her?)? HB8 is on the text and doing alright, although she's stalling a second meet-up, so I think I'll just leave it for dead. Still hunting though!)
 

"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"

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.

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