"She Liked You in March. It's October Now."

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.

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Beginning of a Don Juans journey

Al Moh.

Senior Don Juan
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Just you.

Just you and noone else, just look at yourself. You caress this touchstone that is women and with horror you see what you have to see.

“I curse you woman, for delivering such pain to my heart!”, you scream.

But this female mirror reflects the curse back on you, what else would it do? And as time passes, it grows in power, consuming all the self-love you might once have posessed.

So it’s just you. You and your hate. You and your bitterness.

Beware, there is still light and hope, and hope is a spark and faith is it’s father and child, a burning fire, heated by desire to change, to change your circumstances. But what is there to change? You must be taller or shorter, thinner or more muscular, you ought to have more money or more knowledge.

Those magical glasses of pessimism and bitterness, they only show their own kind and hide all beauty, except for one. It’s women, again, those godlike creatures. Like a customer we walk through heaven’s store.

“Sir, this one is already sold, and this one as well and these over here.”

Isn’t there a mirror, that doesn’t show our pathetic and damaged souls? No, there is not, for a mirror DOES NOT LIE.

So it’s just you. Just you and your pain, echoing through your mind. Where is this pain coming from? It’s coming from deep within you, from some dangerous hidden place that most people don’t dare to discover. But you must.

For there is a prophecy. A prophecy you unintentionally made by coming this way, to this website. It could have been another website. This is not the point. The point is: You SEEK knowledge. Seeking knowledge is half of the battle.

Why Al, my friends asked me, you seem to posses some kind of secret to success. Why don’t we?

Because you don’t want it.

Of course we do, who wouldn’t?

How many hours have you you spend searching for it? How many books on such topics have you read? How many people have you asked that did exactly the thing you want to do?

Opportionity DOES NOT knock on you door. You have to go out and find it. You have to go out and find yourself.

Cause this is about you. Just you.

For there is the prophecy. This self-fulfilling prophecy of the Don Juan. One will become what he truly desires to be. Nature commands you to be strong, to survive and the person who is congruent with hisself will survive.

Just you. Those experiences you walk into, they seem to be magically made for you. The more I think about approaching more women, the more women I see outside, filling me with guilt. The more I think about getting a girlfriend, the more “happy” couples I see outside.

Take off your glasses and see nature as it is. No friend of yours is the person who takes your glasses off only to put a copy of his back on you. The truth is in you and it’s hidden by emotion, hidden by thought patterns, hidden by fear! Those deamons of fear.

Understand that your development into a Don Juan is about loosing. LOOSING! Loose your fears, your social conditioning. Loose your old romances, those stones that tear you down. Loose your guilt. Loose your hate. And once you lost all, once you are nacked and innocent in the light of your own sexuality, your own faith and your own love for this world, life will be about winning, once again.
 

"She's Out of Your League"

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.

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