Reyaj
Master Don Juan
This looks like a really long post. Before I start to read it, Is Str8up himself wealthy?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.