Luthor Rex
Master Don Juan
What's that? *sniff* *sniff*
Is that BPD I smell cooking?
hmm...
Is that BPD I smell cooking?
hmm...
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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.
Yea, what he said.jophil28 said:Competition is a fact of life. However if they turn out to be bad prospects we will toss 'em back at ya.![]()
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.
Maybe she is just "finding herself" after all those years of "patriachal oppression" at the hands of the OP ....Or maybe she is just what Danger said.Danger said:Nah, doesn't sound anything like a BPD. Just a normal run-of-the-mill entitled cougar freshly hatched from her cocoon.
That "switch" has been the subject of a few discussions here from time to time.imaluvnit said:Hey that's funny, That's the name in my phone for XXX Wife, AKA the Iceberg!!!! Man it's amazing she must have this switch in her head she can just turn off and never act like I even existed!!! wow it hurts but I guess time will take care of that.
You clearly built a monster, dude.imaluvnit said:Here go's, a little back history. She has always dealt with depression, on and off meds for the last 24 yrs. In the last 2 years she had lost 50+ lbs, Now how she did it, I must mention that she always said that I was unsupportive. Here go's, we took 4 cycling/spin classes a week which 3 of them I teach, I also do all the cooking so I make everything super low fat high in protein and in low carbs, I also taught her how to workout with weights and she also did weight watchers. Ok I can here it now!!!! I built a monster. .
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.
Uggh. The more I read, the worse it gets!imaluvnit said:Andy
but I find it hard to do as I have spent so many years supporting her and my family for all those years. I always put her and my sons first and my needs came second. I'm trying to act like i'm not mad but is very hard to do, I feel like a disposable lighter, she used me up and just tossed me away like some trash.
imaluvnit said:Hidden Hand
thank's for your comments, I know it all to be true, but it is hard to get past feeling like a disposable lighter that has been all used up and just thrown away. I'm trying to get over being angry I hope it fades here in the near future. I am ready to go hunt down some younger stuff though, it just seems like the right thing to do, I have already gone out with 30 yr old girl from el salvador that I work with. don't know how long it will last but I'm having fun in the mean time.
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.
No honey, women your age want women 5-10 years younger. I'm 10 years older than you, and I want women no less than 30.speakeasy said:While I understand why older guys want to date younger women, out of selfish interest, I don't like the idea. Because it just makes more competition for women in my age range. Guys my age want women around my age, guys that are older want women in my age, so that just makes these women in this age group think they are even more valuable.
Here ^^^imaluvnit said:...I find it hard to do as I have spent so many years supporting her and my family for all those years. I always put her and my sons first and my needs came second.
OOPS! That should have been no OLDER than 30.MatureDJ said:No honey, women your age want women 5-10 years younger. I'm 10 years older than you, and I want women no less than 30.
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.