Reyaj
Master Don Juan
This looks like a really long post. Before I start to read it, Is Str8up himself wealthy?
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.
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.
Along others like I, those who think generally on the same term, I have to ask you this - what exactly is wealth?Originally posted by Jayer
This looks like a really long post. Before I start to read it, Is Str8up himself wealthy?
Then that's just about rich.Originally posted by Jayer
Being a millionaire.
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 Jayer
yeah but I read one of his posts somewhere and it said he was on his way to getting there. It made it sound like right now he had debt, but this year he would make money.
Do you know if he's made a million dollars yet for sure?
I'd love to meet him and talk with him one-on-one. Where is he from, anyway?Originally posted by Deep Dish
I once met the guy. At the time, he did have a place of residence in a high-demand, lofty part of town. And like people who actually do have money, compared to the countless who try to appear as though they have money, if you met him you’d never know it.
I'm going to assume Florida.Originally posted by Page
I'd love to meet him and talk with him one-on-one. Where is he from, anyway?
I’m not quite sure. From what was my impression of him and from what details about him I vaguely remember (I had met him two years ago), I would venture to guess Florida.Page
I'd love to meet him and talk with him one-on-one. Where is he from, anyway?
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.