jhonny9546
Master Don Juan
Specifically about LTR's and marriages.
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.
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.
My wife and I have a joint account.Specifically about LTR's and marriages.
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.
Interesting and thoughtful answer, I appreciate that. Was anything ever complicated because of using separate accounts? What about big purchases?When I was married (many moons ago), we always had separate bank accounts. We each had bills we were responsible for paying. On one hand, we're divorced now, so many this wasn't a "together" enough of an attitude. But on the other hand, we never argued about money, so maybe it was a good arrangement.
I like us to both have our own money. After all, you don't walk around sharing the same wallet, do you?
Now if she wasn't working, and was a stay at home mother, then that might change the dynamic some. But I still like the idea of us each having our own money. I know some guys who have to go through their wives just to buy a pack of cigarettes (I don't condone smoking, by the way).
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.
Seperate, if you haven't married her. Like DiCaprio, things could go either way, once you've marriedSpecifically about LTR's and marriages.
No, there was never an issue with having separate accounts. We always used to say, couples usually fight over money, but we never did.Interesting and thoughtful answer, I appreciate that. Was anything ever complicated because of using separate accounts? What about big purchases?
Seems like a good way to start off especially as things get more serious and then slowly inch your way towards other experiments.No, there was never an issue with having separate accounts. We always used to say, couples usually fight over money, but we never did.
I'm sure we must have made a big purchase at some point, though it was so long ago I don't really remember. We both had a lot of stuff coming in. But I'd imagine if we agreed to buy something big, one of us would pay for it, and the other would reimburse for half.
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.
Yeah of course, Im not here to give in to some materialistic girl's demands for entertainment or consumerism. I met a guy who was bragging about how much crap he purchased for his "trophy wife" which had the opposite effect of a flex to me.if she contributes money that's great. don't make it a requirement. most guys want to be the leader of the team. being the leader includes taking care of the money.
if she wants or needs more than you will give, its the wrong girl for you.
don't buy anything on credit that you need her to help pay for.
if you feel like she is taking advantage of you, then she is. next.....
trying to buy happiness is really trying to buy approval from everyone. if that's the case fix that before finding a girl, and red flag that behavior in the girls you choose from.
Merged them
That's a solid route. Don't assume what is expected, be a good leader and work out what is reasonable for both parties. Get her to agree to it.How about a hybrid approach where there is one joint account and then we both have separate accounts? You, me and we jars basically.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.