DJintheworks
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it is very inspiring, i really like reading BigBills posts
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.
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.
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.
Ok guys.Originally posted by DeepBlue:
Inky, your analysis of BigBill's situation is right on the money, and regrettably this type of misunderstanding is one reason why there are so many bitter, resentful women out there. It's possible that from her point of view some guy cruelly raised her hopes just so he could callously snub her.
What BigBill should do at this point is fess up to babe #1, letting her know he thought she gave him a wrong number on purpose, but later realized he might've made a terrible mistake. Not only will that rescue her from simmering in man-hating resentment, it will probably land him in her bed as well.
Oh, and Chris... your comment about ending up with a "14.2" had me laughing out loud!
DeepBlue
Originally posted by BigBill:
I found out why the one chick gave the wrong number too. I acually delivered a pizza to her house. she has a live-in boyfreind that looks like hes out on work-release. She answered the door and he was laying on their couch so I go 'Hey, I remember you, you work at blah blah as a waitress. I remember asking you out and you gave me the wrong number!' all said with a big smile. she turned white as a ghost. No tellin what her old man thought or did later.
Heheheheheheheheh....
Guess my intuition was right. she would have made sure the number was right if she wanted me to have it. she just wanted to be dishonest with me. If she had told me she had a Bf living with her I might have said 'cool, so where and when you want to get together?' but she had to lie so...
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Originally posted by BigBill:
Deep blue,
If I go up to that girl in that situation, even if I make a joke out of it, it shows weakness. It possibly even would have showed weakness to the other girl I DID get and blown that. The other thing that would have shown weakness is if I deliberately snubbed her or acted mad.
The only right way to make that play, no matter what reasons anyone might come up with otherwise, is to act like nothing of any importance happened. that's what I did, I got laid by the prettier waitress, and in the same situation, I make the same move.
Anyhow I doubt you will find many successful DJs who reccomend you re-approach a girl who gave you a wrong number. Even if it was a mistake on her part, I still say on some level she will see you coming and re-asking as a weak, possibly obsessive and needy thing to do.
My opinion.![]()
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.
This is a clear sign of HIGH INTEREST. This girl is trying hard to make it easy for you two to get together.'Well, you could give me your phone number' she says.
'I'm sorry but I'm hardly ever home to answer it.' I say with a sad look. 'Oh well.'
As I start to walk away again she says:
'I have a phone number'
She could've been wetting in her panties with excitement. She probably wasn't thinking straight and gave you her old phone number. I can't even remember my own phone number sometimes, and I've had it for 7 years.A few days later I call her and guess what? The number she gave me is WRONG!
Because you didn't call her and now she sees you picking up on the other waitress. She probably sees you as a player, and she doesn't want anything to do with you.The wrong number girl was my waitress, she never said hello, or anything
This is nothing more than an assumption. You said earlier that she moved here because she had family here. Maybe that was her cousin or brother on the couch.I found out why the one chick gave the wrong number too. I acually delivered a pizza to her house. she has a live-in boyfreind that looks like hes out on work-release. She answered the door and he was laying on their couch so I go 'Hey, I remember you, you work at blah blah as a waitress. I remember asking you out and you gave me the wrong number!'
Well, at least she got *that* much right!Originally posted by Heart Of Stone:
She probably sees you as a player, and she doesn't want anything to do with you.
Originally posted by Heart Of Stone:
BigBill,
Wasn't this fun? It sure beat the h e l l out of reading some of those other posts that appear on here.
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.