Alen-Delon
Senior Don Juan
BootCamp is For AFC's....
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
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
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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 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.