Jack Wealthy
Master Don Juan
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This is taking over my life. I'm losing my social zest and school is failing, I'm taking a break. I'll finish Mindgamez challenge and come back.
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.
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
That is such amazingly good advice. Thank you.LearningSlowly said:Sounds like how I get at some of these things. You couldn't get momentum going. Still, good job on the kiss close.
Something I'm going to try next time, dance with a girl for a minute, try to get her horny without going for the kiss, then say, "****, I barely know who you are, let's go talk," pick her up and carry her off the dance floor, chat her up for a minute, then take her back to dance and close.
You asked about how to be more casual... Try going under the radar with your sexuality. Don't hide it from your target, hide it from those around. Be less loud with your direct statements, try whispering them instead of shouting them.
While dancing, have one hand moving along her thigh/side (always under her shirt if you're touching her side) and the other playing with her hand. Hand-holding is always good if you can pull it off.
Why do I have tears in my eyes right now? Hahaha. Ridiculous. Im smiling though. Must be some connection in the writing. I think the subconcious can be expressed through words.Jack Wealthy said:Alright, last week Sunday I think, I had a cry. I just read Norways journal.
It wasn't even that I felt that bad, I was just frustrated **** fell through. I started thinking about my previous sexual experience and then had some really vivid music filled flashbacks.
To getting molested.
Yeah. I was gonna write some pedo jokes up because I use humour to defuse my own bad feelings but nah, I wanna feel this. I'm smiling right now because writing this and actually admitting to an audience I give a **** about feels good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPBzTxZQG5Q&feature=fvwrel
So, I feel humbled. Compared to that party at least. I'm actually smiling and not as an act. I have facial expressions and ****, I'm not just pulling faces for laughs or sex appeal.
Well, Ima go have a shower. I smell like ****.
by the way I can feel so much potential in myself right now. I should study more.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnfyjwChuNU
I know right? Just so perfect. I really see a mesh right now.NorwegianDJ said:Why do I have tears in my eyes right now? Hahaha. Ridiculous. Im smiling though. Must be some connection in the writing. I think the subconcious can be expressed through words.
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.
I'll give you hand, Jack.Jack Wealthy said:Jack
You're really, really cute.
Someone give me a hand?
All good except for these two. Don't roll with newspaper! And don't smoke at school! Stay classy bro.Jack Wealthy said:I started smoking weed
Yep I did. I roll a mofo of a joint, tight and cone shaped, they could use it on the cover of This is How 2 Roll A$$Hole magazine.
I decided to randomly Wednesday morning, rolled it up in some newspaper...
All normal until lunch. My friend got in trouble for bullying a year 8 and I went to smoke a joint in the boys changerooms. I got half way through and realised how smokey this 5x5 room had gotten. Butted out, walked off and this little kid walked in at the same time.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
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.