She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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Lol...would you happily do those things...if you she was making 6 figures a year and you ended up being the house husband? I know a few dudes in that role and they seem to be in content marriages.....but personally, these are good basic pointers if the guy is totally clueless and don't know where to start. These are good gentlemen pointers.She wants a guy that can cook her a meal and wash her dishes. Has clean hands. Nothing sexier than a guy that can drive? What if he has a vulnerable, but confident, moment when he can’t parallel park the car? Lol!! A guy with goals and actually does the work to achieve the goal, weird! Finally, smell good while you touch her lower back and check the time on your Casio watch.
She just listed things she wished her husband would do
Let me rephrase this list:
Clean the house, make me a meal and clean up the kitchen. Take a shower and cut your nails for crying out loud. Go do those chores I asked you to do. Put on some cologne and don’t forget your watch. She forgot a few. Take out the trash without me asking, clean up the yard, walk the dog and fold the laundry.
LOL maybe she's secretly a lesbian pretending to be straight? It's like she was classifying Men as a whole as some sort of Neanderthal Homer Simpson or Peter Griffin lol haha
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.
