poohead
Senior Don Juan
Who does this? Who goes to the bar (or club) alone, drinks by themselves, and proceeds to approach? Is this better or worse than with wingmen? Any special techniques you use when flying solo, or any stories?
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.
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.
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.
With neighborhood bars and bar/restaurants you should go early to meet women that just got out of work and stopped for a drink with friends.poohead said:when sarging alone -
other than happy hours, what are best times to go, early evenings or later at night?
are neighborhood bars better than large clubs?
i'm going to try it this weekend sometime for at least an hour.
I was very succesful alone more so than with friends when I did the "sarging" thing.poohead said:Who does this? Who goes to the bar (or club) alone, drinks by themselves, and proceeds to approach? Is this better or worse than with wingmen? Any special techniques you use when flying solo, or any stories?
More often solo. Almost as good with ONE person (many times that person is a "nightclub wingman" as described in my previous post or a guy that I know and show up to the nightclub alone too - in any case, I have no obligation to hang out with that person-). More than one person and it sucks.NorPacWolf said:Guys,
Do you find that you close more often or less often when you solo sarge? Please, no hypotheticals, your actual experiences only. Thanks.
Wolf
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.