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.
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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.