"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.
get drunk **** btcvhes
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"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.
irocknike23
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is the drunk posts becoming a regular thing around here?
Looks like it.irocknike23 said:
I kind of find it counter productive as when you are too drunk you sometimes have an issue of getting it up. Getting a bit buzzed however; better idea along with allowing you to drive safer and just having the calmness if approach gives you anxiety. Also doesn't make you appear hammered if you go in for a kiss later on in the night.
I totally agree that it makes much more sense to sarge sober but.... sarging drunk is so much fun!!! :rockon:
"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
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.
Solomon
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irocknike23
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when your out and about having fun and drunk with your friends and see pretty females why would you feel the need to go to this forum and tell a bunch of strange dudes about it..............?
Zanbato
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"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.
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Mike32ct
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When I first read the title, I thought you meant "Just get drunk. The hell with b$tches" lol.
Some nights, that's not a bad idea either
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http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akLHpeO7qyA/TK2wzEHK0MI/AAAAAAAACsk/dLgx5FUFXoM/s1600/alcohol+-+helping+nerds+and+fat+chicks+score.jpgSolomon said:Pics or it didn't happen
SoSuave666
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I went straight to the bar upon arrival and ordered a couple beers for myself. I walked up to a two-set with my beers and started chatting them up about the place. I told them I'd never been there before (lie) and wondered why it was so crowded blah blah blah. They seemed pretty interested but asked why I had two beers. I told them I was holding one for my buddy who should be back any second.
We continued to chat and I kept them pretty interested, but I looked down at my main targets hand and blammo, she had a ring. I moved my attention to her less attractive, but still bangable friend. She was showing interest so I talked her up about her work, and she was pretty impressed with my status as well. She asked if my bud was ever coming back (it had been 10 minutes) and I told her he probably moved on with our group of friends.
She wasn't too excited about staying and conversing much after that, so I kindly showed myself the door. On the way out of the bar I saw a couple of acquaintances from HS. They both looked good and it was an easy way to show off myself with some good looking girls in front of people who may not know me. So, easy transition into game mode as I didn't really ever talk to them but we knew each other.
So we walked around a bit and eventually went to another bar. As I was talking to one of them another girl came up to the bar to order a drink. She was giving me the eye while I was talking to my friend, so I decided to talk to her. My friend actually turned out to be a decent wing-woman, talking me up and playing cool. So I moved on with the new girl and got her out for a smoke. She was probably an 8 or so, so I was cised to talk her up. It was getting close to last call so we decided to get a cabbie together. She told me she wasn't going to come home with me but just wanted to share a cab.
So she was giving me huge IOIs and kinoing me and sh!t, so I was like fvck it I'll go for it. I laid a kiss on her in the cab and she was real receptive. She got out of the car when I got out and came up to my condo with me. My room for the next couple of hours or so became a porn studio. I dropped her off in the morning and watched the skins game in the afternoon. All in all a pretty good weekend.
"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.
Stagger Lee
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When the girl at the other bar saw you with friends and best of all female friends, I think the social proof made her more receptive. She had to be attracted to you anyway but you still need th status for her to be receptive. Still that was very good work and impressive that you closed the deal with her.