Jack Wealthy
Master Don Juan
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This seems a bit racist to me.
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.
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.
Nope. I don't dislike them because of their race, they're all my friends. But if I'm going to senior week to drink and bang for a whole 7 days I don't think they will be the best company.Jack Wealthy said:This seems a bit racist to me.
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'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 feel like I'm reading the same **** over and over to be completely honest.BPH said:3/13/12
Today was decent.
Nothing much really went on at school, still getting IOIs from HB Katie. I feel like I'm probably in the friendzone with her, not that I really care.
Practice was pretty bad for me today. I was really screwing up as far as hitting, and started getting frustrated at the odd rotation. Was pretty glad when it was over.
Went to the shopping plaza up the street from me to get some ice cream. The weather was nice and I just started to notice that this may be a good place to do some approaches, after seeing quite a few cuties roaming about.
I'm having problems with senior week again. I called the people that listed the house and they told me they don't rent to high schoolers. I even made up a little story that we could get a 20something year old to sign for the house and would stay with us. They still declined...not sure if I should pursue this and lie or what...but if this house is a lost cause I'm pretty much back to square one...
That's about it for now, peace. Leave me stuff to read guys, haven't heard from anyone in a while.
Hahaha yeah he knows its easy, read his journal. BPH got an f-close off a cold approach.smithersonb11 said:Go out, cold approach at the mall or something. It's actually really easy, especially if you're good looking.
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 just like being direct when I show my interest.NorwegianDJ said:I do have to say that I facepalmed when you said 'cutie' and 'sexy'. It was good apart from that, maybe you should've just sent her a short text after she apologized. You're too easy to get, especially over text. You can still be sexual without giving up your challenge.
Did you read the bits about you? I gotta know if I would be able to come over on Saturday, also gonna need stuff like your number and address so I can better arrange this.LearningSlowly said:Yeah, but I agree with NDJ here. Go read some of Jaedon's texting, his stuff is super sexual and its gold. I don't think he says "sexy" much, but he's definitely being sexy.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.