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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.