Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Kimbo would run unsanctioned (illegal) fights in his mom's backyard. Obviously in Florida no one cares. If you did that in Illinois, the state would come get you.
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.
If you think that I'm suggesting you run an illegal fighting club then your reading skills suck.
Sanctioning by the state gives an exception to tort law. The rule of civil law is that one may not consent to a tort. So every idiot in Kimbo's back yard could have sued him, his mom, and also their opponent for punching them. I'm pretty sure street beefs guy on YouTube is the same. He probably has nothing to take and would be pointless to sue.
Maybe he should have sanctioned his fights and took the right steps.
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.
No gi is a lot more popular. Something about being choked with your own clothes is off putting to people. I honestly thought they were turning off the lights in the building. The world fills with blackness from the outside inward, until just a little circle of consciousness is left. I reached into that circle from the blackness, tapped out of the choke, and the world filled itself back in, reverse direction of the way it had been leaving.
Do you do sambo or just bjj?
Just bjj and mma, but not for several years. Idk a single move of Sambo, honestly, unless there is overlap with Japanese jiu jitsu, which was my mma trainer's background.