http://www.theaustralian.com.au/new...r-midlife-romeos/story-e6frg6zo-1225866688363
can't wait til i turn 30...:trouble:
can't wait til i turn 30...:trouble:
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.
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.
Maybe I'm more of a catch than I thought (and I know I'm a good catch).For instance, of the 259,000 available men in their 50s, only 34,000 have degrees (13 per cent) and 20,000 (8 per cent) earn more than $83,000 a year.
I'll be 50 before the end of the year (wow, 49 is going fast). Assuming my girlfriend and I don't break up I'll be one of the 2.7 percent!Most (61 per cent) of men in their 50s stick to their own age group but plenty find themselves younger women: 30 per cent choose women in their 40s and 2.7 per cent women in their 30s.
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.