pimpfromdayone
Master Don Juan
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It's obvious they don't fu-ck anyone. To the girls, he is entertainment, nothing more. As long as he is a clown-ass that is all he will be.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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.
Originally posted by aftershock
Class clowns are interesting creatures. They're not alpha, nor beta, but somewhere else entirely, if you know what I mean.
Yet if you play it right you WILL get the women.
And for once you didn't post a stupid question! Congratulations!
doesnt' sound like itOriginally posted by PeterCrouch
Just thought i would update
Im still the class clown and still proud of that fact
The gals in my class, have, pinched my bum, playfully hit me, calls me a virgin loudly, has hanged out with me, wants my number plus other stuff
and get this, iam now with a mate the college netball gals team manager! ha the fun were gonna have! all because were loud, funny, and confident and get ourselves involved in situations that other guys in our class wouldnt because there too shy and nobody knows them!
atm everyone knows me and my mate! and we practically rule the college!
ha great stuff!
im in highschool and im very secure about who i am. i dont care what others think and i do what i want. i get attention from who i want it from i dont want attentionOriginally posted by Jay-X
everybody in high shcool is insecure and wants attention
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.
especially the class clownsOriginally posted by Jay-X
everybody in high shcool is insecure and wants attention
exactlyOriginally posted by BackToTheMack
From what i have seen the class clown is usually the guy who hangs around the girls and makes them laugh but never f**ks them (kind of like the friends zone)
Because hes a close friend of mine and he tells me everythign he does with girls including him still being a virgin..........TOOLOriginally posted by RaWBLooD
a guy that hangs around girls.
and do u stalk him?
do you know his whole lift and the number of freckles he has on his ass?
HOW do u know he doesnt **** anyone?
Originally posted by AustinG
im in highschool and im very secure about who i am. i dont care what others think and i do what i want. i get attention from who i want it from i dont want attention
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.