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Senior Don Juan
I agree and the exact thing I am doing now.
FrankieFunkinGamble said:This is excellent advice.
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.
FrankieFunkinGamble said:This is excellent advice.
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.
This response is typical of what I'd expect from what I call a reformed slut - churches are full of them. They're mostly single mothers seeking absolution in finding the reliable 'godly man' (see beta-provider) that the father of her children (i.e. the guy she eagerly spread her legs for at 22) wasn't ever going to be. That may or may not be true in her case (not sure if she's really a virgin, or she had a bad sexual past), but judging from her evangelical pre-scripted response, I can tell you she has a very immature grasp of sex, marriage and how marriage has evolved as a social and religious institution.jafyk said:well... this was interesting. I will say that I disagree very much and the scenerio was quit far fetched (a women who NEVER has sex, even when married???). I think sex is extremely important however it is not the glue that holds a relationship together. The glue is commitment, trust, and mutual respect. I believe that God designed sex as the icing on the cake... very sweet! Like a cake, you have to combine all the right ingredients together first and then let it bake for a period of time. The icing is last and tops it all.
So essentially, her promise is not to use sex as leverage in marriage, but while single, she's more than happy to advertise her 'gift' as a bargaining agency? Got it. So the "icing on the cake" is really a commodity then, right?jafyk said:I see it too as a gift I want to give my husband.
If he is willing to make that sacrafice, it shows me that he cares about me, respects me, and will put me first as his wife.
When I am married I will more than make it up to him and not use sex as a way of manipulation in a marriage.
There are two inconsistencies in this quote. First, and back to the Desire Dynamic is that her negotiative ultimatum is that you conform to her prescribed belief set. Not only is this a blatant and permanent frame grab, the problem with that notion is that any 'change' you could make to conform to it is now suspect of it's true legitimacy simply by your having had to talk about it in the first place. That's the legacy of negotiating desire that she's oblivious to - you weren't her idealized 'Man of God' to begin with, but you changed into that person to better accommodate achieving the 'gift' of ƒucking her. Observing a process will change it. If you're not THAT guy of your own accord to begin with, any attempt of your genuinely changing into THAT guy will always carry the taint of suspecting your motives no matter how sincere you may be.jafyk said:It does not matter if you have every other quality I want, if you don't show that you have a heart for God and treat me as though I were your sister in christ I have to walk away.
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.