The Exile
Don Juan
Alot of DJS are talking bout clubs and stuff. What about us 18s-? I live in mississauga. Where the rest of you chillin at?
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
Underage DJs?
- Thread starter The Exile
- Start date
"Why Women Dump the Guys Who Try the Hardest"
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.
imnexthere
Don Juan
I hear that. Im 17. Its problems.
hey exile, I live in Canada too and I goto to square 1 quite often. I live in maple though. Its like 2 minutes away from wonderland. I'm in mississugua sumtimes so if ya want gimme ur hotmail or msn and we'll talk.
"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"
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.
Microphone Fiend
Master Don Juan
17, and goin to St Catherines, Canada in september
TyTe`EyEs
Master Don Juan
Personally, I don't even like clubs. They're too crowded and I can't even buy alcohol. I prefer house parties and such. Find a place you can drop a keg. Call up a bunch of females and tell em what's up. You're bound to have a good time.