Alen-Delon
Senior Don Juan
BootCamp is For AFC's....
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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....
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.
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.
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.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.