high_roller77
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Ok so I am now taking my ex girlfriend to prom, shes a sophmore and im a senior and Iwanted to get you thoughts on wheather should get her ticket/limo or make her pay for it.
"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"
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.
paying for prom?
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"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.
Skilla_Staz
Master Don Juan
Definitely buy her ticket, if you have enough money for the limo, go for it. If not, mention it ahead of time so she can get some money to pitch in.
Zerotwoonenine
Senior Don Juan
if you want a relationship with her, then make it 50/50 or at least make her to pay for something because if you pay all for something expensive like limo, then she will treat you like a money bag.
Guys buy the girls tickets. It's not "AFC" or "Non-DJ", it's tradition. I highly doubt your date paid for her own ticket, Zero. If so, then she was very desperate.Zerotwoonenine said:if you want a relationship with her, then make it 50/50 or at least make her to pay for something because if you pay all for something expensive like limo, then she will treat you like a money bag.
"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.
here's what i did:
i paid for prom tickets
she volunteered to pay for the pictures
as for the flower thingy (corsage and boutierre or something)...how does that work?
do i buy her's and she buys mine?
someone tell me
i paid for prom tickets
she volunteered to pay for the pictures
as for the flower thingy (corsage and boutierre or something)...how does that work?
do i buy her's and she buys mine?
someone tell me
Skilla_Staz
Master Don Juan
frisco said:well i paid for the limo and ticket and hotel but i made my date buy the liqur
Sounds fair to me.
If I was a 'prom kind of guy' I'd pay for the ticket, chip in 50/50 on the limo, maybe suprise the broad with something (cheap, but classy/creative of course)...
"Nervous Around Beautiful Women? There's a Rule for That"
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Skilla_Staz
Master Don Juan
Prom tickets here were like...14 bucks. 225 for yours? hell.