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.
Weirdos such as him can still display solid game fundamentals. He’s fearless in his attempts to be sociable. We don’t have to identify with a person to find positives in them.
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.
I definitely think there's a dancing monkey component to him. I suppose that makes it all the more important that he throws in his "jerk game" aspect to counter it. The problem I have is that his issues seem to be a driving force behind his approach. He's so amped up, it would be hard for the average guy to match that kind of energy. I understand he teaches techniques to get "into state", but there's not enough coffee in the world to get most guys that wired.