"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.

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article: What Is It Like to Date or Marry a Fashion Model?

MatureDJ

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http://www.slate.com/blogs/quora/2012/09/19/what_is_it_like_to_date_or_marry_a_fashion_model_.html

Of course we could get into clubs, although this is not as great as it seems because every two-bit wannabe pickup artist would try to chat "us" (really just her) up when we were just there to dance and have a good time with friends
I was brought up to be pretty good with money, so I tried to help her keep her finances in order, but she never understood why she should put away about 45 percent ("That's like half my earnings!") from every check to account for the self-employment taxes that would be due at the end of the year. After being together for a couple years, I got a good sense of how much she earned over time, and I tried to explain to her what she should try to think of as her average income stream over time and to keep weekly expenses in line, but it was something she just wasn't very interested in. Instead she would go on partying and shopping binges in the weeks following getting paid and the rest of the time scraping by when she wasn't.
Ultimately though, the most frustrating thing about the whole experience is that despite being absolutely drop-dead gorgeous (some models look "strange," while others are more conventionally beautiful, and she was one of the conventionally beautiful ones), she became increasingly insecure and worried about her "declining" looks. To give you an idea of what this is like, imagine someone who is literally better looking than anyone else you know or ever meet on the street. Not only this but they are, by dint of their profession, an expert in terms of how to dress and apply makeup, so you are basically dating a walking Photoshop commercial. Despite this, she would obsess about what I could only perceive to be completely invisible fat on her thighs and just-as-invisible wrinkles around her eyes. She would literally ask me, "Do I look fat?" or "Don't you think I look old?" and of course as a man with a good sense of perspective about what I'd managed to snag, at first I would enthusiastically answer, "Of course not! You're the most beautiful woman on the planet!" which as far as I could tell was 100 percent the truth. The problem was, none of these really assuaged her insecurities (of course) so she would keep asking over and over, and there is a limit to how many times you can enthusiastically exclaim about how beautiful your girlfriend is, even if you do believe it to be the truth. Obviously, she noticed this difference in the enthusiasm of my answers, and it didn't help her insecurity about her supposed fading looks. Remember, again, during all this time she is still better looking than 99.99 percent of all human beings, so you get a sense of the utter absurdity of the situation.
Finally, I met someone when I was home for Christmas when my mom, before I could stop her, introduced me as "my son, who is dating the supermodel" to a girl I'd been friends with in high school, which of course got her to talk to me.
 

"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.

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Classic example of the old chestnut "for every hot girl there is a guy who is sick of putting up with her sh1t"
 

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My gf was a late bloomer, but was a child actor. When she thinned out she was a fashion model in her teens. When we go out she gets all kinds of attention. It's worth mentioning when she wears heels she's about 4-6" taller than me so we get looked at ALL. THE. TIME. It's crazy preselection on my part, and because WE get attention it reflects on her as being with a high status guy, so it's self-reinforcing of my status. This the power of having a trophy wife/gf I never thought about. Basically when we are in a club or bar, all the attention we get it's like being a celebrity couple. At least that''s what it feels like. The problem is that because we're not actual celebs we don't get special treatment except when dudes are trying to hit on her. But when I'm there that rarely happens.
 

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Nutz said:
My gf was a late bloomer, but was a child actor. When she thinned out she was a fashion model in her teens. When we go out she gets all kinds of attention. It's worth mentioning when she wears heels she's about 4-6" taller than me so we get looked at ALL. THE. TIME. It's crazy preselection on my part, and because WE get attention it reflects on her as being with a high status guy, so it's self-reinforcing of my status. This the power of having a trophy wife/gf I never thought about. Basically when we are in a club or bar, all the attention we get it's like being a celebrity couple. At least that''s what it feels like. The problem is that because we're not actual celebs we don't get special treatment except when dudes are trying to hit on her. But when I'm there that rarely happens.
I perfectly understand what you mean, awfully its not my gf to be that hot but a girl I sometime mess up with (when her bf which is better looking than me btw neglect her).

So everytime we are doing heavy kino on a club sofa I swear I see surprise from the guys and desire from the girls who look at me.

What you said about her value being reflected on you its totally true, people ask themselves why such hottie is with such guy and all possible high status explanation comes, maybe he is an actor? is he very rich? probably he has a big c0ck...and so on.

To have a trophy wife is the hightest form of bragging since it requires no words, bragging about its as pleasable and productive as banging her.
 

"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.

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