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.
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.
I've heard of it happening, but not experienced it myself.... yet! - All post-menopausal women I've been with have had no problem as far as that's concerned.Out of interest do post menopausal women still get 'wet' or similar to men bot getting as 'hard' when older, do they dry up more lol.
I'd take a HARD pass on all three of those and I'm 48. Ye gods, they are as rough as a badgers arse.
You'll "let" them give you some head if you were in a long drought, and after doing so you might "consider" letting them give you some pvssy.I'd take a HARD pass on all three of those and I'm 48. Ye gods, they are as rough as a badgers arse.
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.
I could never do any of those either. They all look like they should either be a 3rd grade teacher or in prison.I'd take a HARD pass on all three of those and I'm 48. Ye gods, they are as rough as a badgers arse.
So wait if I read that right, you hooked up with one of your daughter's friends?I'm loving being divorced - and have more than doubled my 'body-count' since splitting from the ex-wife.
Only the one kid, a daughter who is now in her 30s, and has her own family thing going on.
Actually, a few of the younger women I've been with these last few years, have been from my daughter's extended circle of friends and workmates.
Daughter knows, and is fine with it.
Her relationship with her mother isn't the best, and when we split she asked me how I'd put up with her for so long. The first friend of hers that I slept with... we met at a barbecue get-together for my daughter's birthday, and my daughter gave me the thumbs-up and a wink as we left when I drove the friend home afterwards - LOL
Well, Step-daughter's friend, but yep! More than one (all on separate occasions).So wait if I read that right, you hooked up with one of your daughter's friends?