PrettyBoyAJ
Master Don Juan
This should be easy since all my approaches ****y.
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.
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.
You made it to The Elite 8/Quarterfinals. So we'll see. I'm gonna be waiting for my opponent at the Championship.Robyn923b said:Maaan, I'll be one of the last ones standing!
In fact, I'm going to get the three number closes AND hug & kiss them goodbye when I'm done. That's right, these hoes better be ready!
Edit: I'm gonna get the hoes when I'm done with hw. I got a sh!tload of homework to do.
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.
+ 1 Rep.powpow said:Gentlemen, be bold. Go get what is yours.
Brah, you became a DJ overnight or something. Rep. What the hell changed your mindset? It seems you have the perfect mindset now. Live life your way and don't give a fvck what anyone else thinks.powpow said:Gentlemen, be bold. Go get what is yours.
neghitzbrah said:Brah, you became a DJ overnight or something. Rep. What the hell changed your mindset? It seems you have the perfect mindset now. Live life your way and don't give a fvck what anyone else thinks.
I don't remember seeing your posts like this a month ago.
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.
Dude! That number close was sooooo SMOOTHH!! You're pumping me up!Robyn923b said:I'm pretty good with night game and usually meet girls who are in my classes or around when I go out. Today, I broke out of this box and did my first cold approach. I saw an hb7 sitting down reading a math book at the cafeteria while I was having dinner. She had light skin, curly hair and nice eyebrows--just how I like them, except she was sitting so I couldn't see her booty. I was giving myself excuses for 5 minutes and then I grabbed my pair, stopped being a wuss and went over. Here's how it went down:
me: Hi! (pulling out chair to sit in front of her)
hb: Hey
me: Is that your real hair?
hb: yesss
me: it's incredible
hb: (smiles form side to side)
me: listen I need a female opinion on something
her: kk
me: My friend got married at Las Vegas with this chick he met three weeks ago. (story goes on) Do you think it'll last?
her: blah-blah-blah (seems excited as she talks & asks questions & answers with long sentences)
me: yeah..I don't believe in love at first sight. I believe in lust at first sight.
hb: yeah, sometimes I see a guy and think "wow he's hot" (smiles)
me: yada yada yada (continuing conversation) What's your name?
hb: Sabrina and you?
mr: I'm Robyn. Listen, I gotta get going, but you seem fun to talk to. (her phone was laying on the table and I grab it) Is this your phone?
hb: yeah
me: (took that yea like she said take my # and I called myself)
hb: woah...(smiling) I'm here helping you with your friend & you're giving me your number? waiit...you're calling yourself & getting MY number. (she actually let the call continue and didn't hang up).
me: haha...(smiling)
her: (smiling) wow, you are very forward
me: Nah, I'm not forward. You're just used too wussies. I gotta go though, catch up with you later!
her: ok =]
This is a huge thing for me. I'm 21 years old and I have never done a cold approach like this before so it may not be perfect. Let's hear what you guys gotta 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.
Woooosah Deicide! You gamed with style starting at the "Yes, can't you tell? on I got blue eyes and I'm pretty white too." You got one fresh off the bat! She'll probably be all over ya since she probably doesn't know many people. Well done! Work on your openers though...they aren't the strongest, but good job!Deicide said:I was walking to the building to do a tutoring session for some students when I saw an Asian girl in my peripherals. I slowed down and the approach began.
Me:Hey, what languages do you speak?
HB Chinese 6: English and Chinese.
Me: Anything else, where are you from?
HB 6: China.
Me: Are you learning English here then?
Her: Yes.
Me: What level?
Her:What?
Me:Laughs at her. Level, Leeveeel, like level of class?
Her:Oh, 4. I want to do an undergraduate in Accounting.
Me: You said Accunting. haha
Her: Laughs
Me: My suitemates are learning English too. They're Saudi though, but they still have an accent like you.
Her: haha
Me: How long have you been here for?
Her: I want to be here 4-5 years(She misunderstood what I said haha)
Me:Haha, no, like how long have you been here?
Her: It's my 2nd day here, all I did yesterday was run all over the place. Today I'm relaxing and I got to sleep in.
Me: Yes, you're being lazy today.
Her: laughs I am a little.
Her: Are you American?
Me: Yes, can't you tell? I got blue eyes and I'm pretty white too.
Her: Laughs.
Me:I'm taking Japanese now but I've been wanting to learn Chinese.
Her: Oh! Ni Hao Mai is Hi.
Me:Ni Hao Mai.
Her: Good job!
Her: And XXX is I Love You.
Me: I just met you, I don't know why you're telling me that.
Her: She laughs and...
Me: I say I Love you in Chinese repeating her.
I'm doing kino more than ever at this point. I'm touching her arms and getting close in on her. She has stopped in her tracks just to talk to me on her 2nd day here!
Me: How about we exchange numbers and meet again some other time?
Her:What did you say?
Me: Laughs at her, I'll slow it down for you.
How about we exchange numbers and talk again some other time?
Her: She gets out her phone and I tells me she doesn't rememer her number.
Me: I tell her call my number then. And she does after I slowly tell it to her and tease her about her saying seks for six.
Me: I call her when she's right beside me so she gets my number and I tell her Hello in my phone and she thinks it's hilarious. Then I enter my name and number, and we exchange names.
I'm sure we would've talked longer but I had to go give my session that no one f*cking came to. lol So, I got her phone number through a cold approach.
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.