Reyaj
Master Don Juan
This looks like a really long post. Before I start to read it, Is Str8up himself wealthy?
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.
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.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
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?
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.