cablecow15
Master Don Juan
yes indeed , I might make walmart my next point of interest after i go to the clubs this weekend
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.
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.
http://www.sosuave.net/forum/newreply.php?do=newreply&p=1909032Eternal_water said:I'm trying this tonight for the first time If I don't bottle it, going at midnight to a club, gonna try some Mcchenrycruiser pick ups
I've never been rejected on the spot so I have major AA, maybe not after tonight.
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.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXWflJS2TkE&feature=player_embedded#!Eternal_water said:Cable, what link were you trying to post?
when I click on it, it simply brings up the quote option.
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.
dont be hard on yourself , keep at it , my first night out i didnt do anything , but each night out i had after that was progressively betterEternal_water said:Ok so I went to a club alone last night for the first time (as in first time alone)
to get the 10 rejections, was harder than I thought.
Firstly the place was too loud to start a conversation with anyone, and it was also too crowded. I was also put off by the fact that they are hardly ever to be caught on their own.
I found one who was on her own but pussied out at the last second and turned away. Later I found another one, this one was sitting down looking at her phone so I forced myself into it.
Within seconds of talking to her I realise my mistake, she is smashed off her face, you know when they are close to tears and its just from alcohol, she was that drunk, couldn't stand up, and her phone didn't work (she was trying to call her friends) - I quickly moved on.
Eventually I found another and approached who wasn't drunk, didn't take long to get my first rejection, felt better after that.
Later I found 2 sitting on their own, and approached and got my second rejection, although I kind of cheated on that one by telling her the game and asking for the rejection like in the original post so it probably doesn't count.
Eventually I gave up on it and left, I realise I was probably giving out very insecure vibes being it my first time alone, but still only 3 approaches and I can't count the drunk one really
To recap I basically pussied out last night, dammm