Alen-Delon
Senior Don Juan
BootCamp is For AFC's....
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Perhaps you should join in or has all the theoretical knowledge you have made you think you actually know something about what to do out there? I bet that every single one of the DJs who have joined this bootcamp have bigger balls than you will ever have and even the will to learn and improve is on everyones mind. Get lost.Originally posted by Alen-Delon
BootCamp is For AFC's....
Originally posted by Alen-Delon
BootCamp is For AFC's....
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.
Lack of motivation. I can approach, talk to and walk away with her #. This is all easy to me. My problem is I don't have anyone to push me. I am like a lost ship at sea not knowing where to dock. Hopefully with this. I reach greater success.Originally posted by Lifeforce
Perhaps you should join in or has all the theoretical knowledge you have made you think you actually know something about what to do out there? I bet that every single one of the DJs who have joined this bootcamp have bigger balls than you will ever have and even the will to learn and improve is on everyones mind. Get lost.
ZeQ:
That's for me, and unforsakeen joined up too. I want to be able to test AD's machine in a systematic way, and getting laid with the chicks I don't want to date but find attractive. It is a more advanced bootcamp only, a bootcamp that will force me to step out of my zone of safety. Usually I met chicks through friends, now I will meet them in another way, doing more cold approaches than before. The purpose is the same, we will all be nervous to some degree.
Concerning Unforsakens motives I have no i idea what he wants out of it.
Originally posted by Recluce
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'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.
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.