Do women see a guy smoking a cigar as sophisticated and classy or are they so turned off by the smell that it's not worth it? I smoke a cigar occasionally, but almost never around women, as I think the smell would be an instant turn-off.
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.