Alen-Delon
Senior Don Juan
BootCamp is For AFC's....
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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....
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.
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
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
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.
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.