jhonny9546
Master Don Juan
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.
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.
My wife and I have a joint account.Specifically about LTR's and marriages.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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).
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
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.
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.
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.
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.