"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.
DJ Sadao
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"She's Out of Your League"
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.
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My morning class is an office aid where I just run slips to various classes. I noticed a HB8latina at the front desk talking to an administrator about her classes because she was new. As she was leaving I took advantage of the situation and went out after her since I had some slips to deliver anyway.
Me: So you're new here?
HB8latina:Yea
Me: Oh fun, where'd you come from?
HB8latina: From <location>
Me: Ewww, how was that?
HB8latina: Crappy, it's a bunch of skinheads.
Me: Haha are you serious?
HB8latina: Yea, and i'm "whitewashed" so I didn't really fit in with the hispanics.
Me: Oh that sucks, so you had no friends? Or what?
HB8latina: No I did, just not very good ones.
Me: Ah
HB8latina: What's your name?
Me: Sadao
HB8latina: My names HB8latina
Me: Nice to meet you *smiles*
HB8latina: You too *smiles*
Me: So what grade are you in?
HB8latina: I'm a freshman but I should be a sophomore, I got held back haha.
Me: A FRESHMAN?! Geez.
Wow, I wasn't expecting that, this chick looks 17-18 so I was pretty surprised. Also, at this point we get to her first class and she's walking to the door.
Me: Is this your class?
HB8latina: Yea
Me: What is it?
HB8latina: Mr. Winkler
Me: Ewwwwww good luck.
HB8latina: Haha thanks
Me: Cya later
HB8latina: cya.
So this was cool, decided to chase after some new girl and ended up having a decent conversation with her. Next time I see her i'll try to take her to lunch or something, but it's gonna be hard to find someone from another grade around school.
At lunch I had to run to the library to print some essay for my next period class and I see a HB7.5 standing outside waiting for a ride. As I get closer I recognize her and I know she's interested in me but I haven't engaged it really.
HB7.5jess: Heyyy!
Me: Hey, nice glasses
HB7.5jess: What's up, how are you doing?
Me: Oh not much, gotta print something. I'm good, you?
HB7.5jess: *she rambled something for a good 7 seconds that I didn't understand a word of.*
Me: Wait...what?
HB7.5jess: Just waiting for my ride that's taking forever. And this security guy keeps watching me to make sure I don't sneak off campus.
Me: You don't have a pass?
HB7.5jss: No
Me: Oh lame.
HB7.5jess: Yea, so we should totally hang out this weekend, maybe tomorrrow night?
Me: I don't even know what day it is today.
HB7.5jess: It's Friday
Me: Oh ok. Ummmmm, I don't know what i'm doing, but maybe.
HB7.5jess: Ok cool. *Hugs me*
Me: Good luck with getting off heh.
HB7.5jess: Yea thanks haha. Cya
Me: Peace.
So this girl was pretty hot today and was sending me a bunch of IOI's. First she excitedly started the conversation as I was walking by, asked to hang out this weekend, and gave me a hug I wasn't ready for. Gonna see if she calls me tomorrow night, I won't be calling her though.
Also had another approach with a HB8 little asian chick who was working at the bank but it isn't worth typing out. She basically started the conversation and we got to talking about how i'm new in town, where I moved from, where she lives, eventually she let it slip that she works out here instead of where she lives because her boyfriend is the assistant manager there and that's against the rules. I was getting a good vibe from her though, so I'll start banking there and see where I can take this.
Stay Tuned!
[S]alvatore
Master Don Juan
Do not worry at all, you are doing better than 90% of guys here.Sadao said:
"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"
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.
Once again I noticed that HB7bakery was alone in the bakery looking way stressed out and pissed.
Me: What's goin on.
HB7bakery: Just really stressed.
Me: Yea you look really pissed off.
HB7bakery: Just a bad day, it's one of those days.
Me: Lame
HB7bakery: Yea, I'm here alone and have so much work to do.
Mindless conversation for like 10 min.
Me: Well I suppose all this cooking and cleaning is good practice for when you're married and have 8 kids.
HB7bakery: Haha, 2 kids is enough thank you.
Me: None for me, not into that.
HB7bakery: Yea lately I've been thinking like that, I like babies, but not when they begin to talk.
Me: Bleh, think of when you're doing it and the baby starts crying, totally sucks.
HB7bakery: Haha, yea, kills the mood.
Me: Yup, and when they start walking you couldn't do it in the morning in the kitchen, or any of that fun stuff.
HB7bakery: Yea, gotta drive em around and do things for em all day.
Me: Yup. So what what do you do when you're not working, drink or smoke or any of that?
HB7bakery: Umm i smoked a little bit over summer, but I ended up getting caught by my mom so I don't do it unless I know I can get away with it.
Me: Ah that sucks
HB7bakery: Yea, do you?
Me: Sometimes on weekends, not during the week though.
HB7bakery: Cool
She made a comment earlier in the conversation about how she ended up watching 20 20 with her mom last night and then just going to bed.
Me: So you should come out to <My Hometown> sometime, I'm sure it beats TV with mum.
HB7bakery: Yea
Me: So let me get your number *flips open phone*
HB7bakery: Ok, it's #
Me: You're in my phone as "Bakery"
HB7bakery: Hah, just forget my name hah.
Me: Ya get used to it.
HB7bakery: So call me later and leave a voicemail so I have your number.
Me: Heh, I'll probably forget to do that so I'll just write it down. I would have remembered
HB7bakery: Haha ok.
Me: Can I write it on your forehead?
HB7bakery: Why would you want to write it on my forehead?
Me: Why not.
Me: So can I write it on your chest?
HB7bakery: On my chest? Lol. What do you want to write on my chest?
Me: I'll just write some really long letter. *joking voice*
HB7bakery: You want to write a letter? She seems so ditsy, literally thinking I wanted to write her a letter.
Me: I was kidding, i'm giving you my number lol.
HB7bakery: ohhhhh ok, what is it?
She didn't want to open her phone earlier because she's mad paranoid of getting in trouble, meanwhile I had been in the bakery for 45min just gaming while on the clock.
Me: It's <#>
HB7bakery: Ok cool.
Continued conversation for a few more min but I was try to leave asap as to avoid seeming 'clingy' or 'too available.'
Me: Alright, I'll leave you with all this fun stuff, cya later.
HB7bakery: Ok bye.
Got a # close at least, and I did speak with HB7.5curly but just for a very short time while walking, introducing myself etc. Also, HB7straight stares at me like no other anytime I walk by her, I seriously need to get on that.
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"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.
Was in the liquor area and I see HB7straight coming my way, looking at me.
HB7straight: Do you know how much this is? *giggling*
Me: Hah, I don't even know wtf that is.
HB7straight: Ahahaha
Me: I can help you look though *smiles*
HB7straight: ok cool!
We search for a bit but neither can find anything.
Me: I have no clue haha.
HB7straight: Hahaha! me neither!
HB7straight: $1.99 sound good to you?
Me: Sounds awesome. *smiles*
So I didn't approach her, but she came up to me incredibly giggly and remained so the entire time. Definitely going to progress with her on Tuesday. She seemed to be there for not long at all today, no opportunities really.
I didn't know if HB7bakery was working today or not, but she came in wearing regular clothes to talk to someone. She saw me from a distance as she was leaving and smiled so I smiled back. Once she rounds the corner out of sight I hear her yell "I'LL SEE YOU SOON!" I had no idea what she meant but I figured it out later when she came into work to do the late shift.
Me: Alone again?
HB7bakery: Yeaaa.
Me: Busy like yesterday?
HB7bakery: No, I'm pretty much done with everything but still have like two hours left till I'm off.
Me: Hmm, wanna take a break?
Our breaks are 10min.
HB7bakery: Sure
Me: Word, let's go.
So we chat on the way to the front of the store and she goes and sits at Starbucks, but too many people around for my liking.
Me:Let's go outside, it's pretty hot in here.
HB7bakery: Ok
We head to some bench outside, much more private. We chat about a number of things so I'm only going to list the important stuff.
Me: So my aunts one of those people that reads palms.
She's not.
HB7bakery: A fortune teller?
Me: Yea
HB7bakery: So what's mine say?
Me: Hmmm, this one says your cooking is terrible.
HB7bakery: Haha, no it's not!
Me: And this one says you're an animal in bed, but also into S&M.
HB7bakery: Hahaha! Who told you that?
Me: Your palms.
HB7bakery: Did you see my keys or something?
Me: No....
She takes out her keys and I see that there are some mini handcuffs on them.
Me: Hahaha!
HB7bakery: Yeaaaa
Me: So are you into that stuff really?
HB7bakery: Well I'd try it, it seems kinda cool.
Me: Wow, yea I think it'd be pretty cool too, my friend got tied up and said it was awesome. But going too far in S&M can get mad weird, like pouring hot wax and **** haha.
HB7bakery: What about biting?
Me: Umm, I'd be down for that I guess.
So wow, this quiet reserved girl would totally be down for that kinky ****. Anyway, we chat for a long ass time after this until getting to this huge ****up on my part.
HB7bakery: What do I have to do to convince you I'm not a lesbian?
Me: I don't know, time I guess.
WTFWTFWTFWTF. Anyway, we keep chatting and end up taking and hour long break instead of 10min, oops
So I totally missed a GREAT opportunity tonight, but I'm sure more will come. Also, HB7straight is sending major IOI's and there is also this tiny chick who is like 29 but waaaaay cute who I talked to for a little yesterday when stocking some wine with her. She's also been sending me IOI's such as when she was walking in front of me talking to this gay guy, she turned around and smiled with some steady EC. Ended up doing the same thing a bit later when she was leaving, gonna approach her next time I see her.
Stay tuned!
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Banned
"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.
HB7bakery: Hey I found out my spring break starts the sixth.
Me: Nice. Mine is the second.
HB7bakery: O darn.
Me: Yea. Why, did you want to have a week of S&M with me or something.
HB7bakery: Haha yes.
Me: You're a freaky girl you know that?
HB7bakery: Haha ya so.
Next step...F-close?
HB7bakery: Hey
Me: Hey, I didn't recognize you when you were just in here, I have terrible eyes.
HB7bakery: Ooh I was wondering why you were kinda like 'ehh who cares it's just HB7bakery, I will ignore her haha.'
Me: I thought your name was Todd. *I was calling her this a couple nights before when jokingly calling her a lesbian.*
HB7bakery: Ah i'm not a lez. I don't know how to make you believe me.
Me: I can think of a few things.
HB7bakery: Ha, well then do continue.
Me: My d!ck. Your mouth.
HB7bakery: Oh I know, a quickie @ work is the best.
Me: That could work.
HB7bakery: Ya but not in the bathrooms, like where else is there.
Me: Bathrooms never hurt anyone.
HB7bakery: Freezer. Dark, no cameras.
Me: You're ****ing crazy that'd be so cold.
HB7bakery: So it would be fun. The fan turns off.
Me: That bathrooms are the only place nobody would come in.
HB7bakery: There is a freezer in the bakery that nobody goes into except for me.
Me: Ooo I forgot about that, good call.
HB7bakery: Yea.
Haha, this chick is badass.
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"Nervous Around Beautiful Women? There's a Rule for That"
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.