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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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
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.
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
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.