Mitch_Mustain
Don Juan
I went to the mall yesterday and today and did a bunch of approaches and half of these girls were not very approachable. Is the mall a bad idea or am i taking a bad approach to it?
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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.
It's a number close, you asked for her number and you got it. That's a number close.Mitch_Mustain said:and I went back and I started to sweat and I was like "Hey, give me your number" or some ridiculous nervous nonsense. I think she liked this and she more than willingly gave it to me. But I dont count that as a true number closes.
Mitch_Mustain said:yeah...i felt like giving up at times but just because i really like women I kept trying. I only got one number at the mall from this girl i went to school with but only got to talk to her like once. Saw her working at Sears and so i talked to her and I didnt want to freak her out or annoy her so i kind of said bye and walked off as quickly as possible and then my friend was like "are you gonna get her number?" and I was like "err.. i dont kno..'" and he was like "Bull****! You're gonna go back there and get her number!" and I went back and I started to sweat and I was like "Hey, give me your number" or some ridiculous nervous nonsense. I think she liked this and she more than willingly gave it to me. But I dont count that as a true number closes.
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.
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.
What.... why........ HOW COULD YOU MESS THAT UP? They we're handing their numbers to you, and you messed it up?! Wow.... just wow. All you had to do was get the pen and shut your mouth. They already agreed to it, no need to say anything more than "Ok great! Talk to you later."Mitch_Mustain said:fast forwards finally, this girl and her friend isolate themselves and saw that they were sort of looking our way and so I convinced the drunk guy to wing for me as I tried to talk to the other girl. We walk up to them and we were like "hey!" and they told me to get them a pen so they could give me they numbers. they took out a dollar bill and tore it in half to show and I started to walk over to the bar to get a pen but immediately wondered if these chicks were just trying to blow me off and I walked back and asked them why should I go? and they said "fine, we'll be right back" and as I expected they just went to flirt with some other jerks...i left disappointed again.
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.