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.
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.
This. Let's be real, what male in his 50s would want a 20 year old woman??I must concede, she has a point: I'm not secure in the notion of a broad who's in her 5th decade of life(or older), and who's got multiple divorces to her name, being nearly as enjoyable as a bubbly 20 year old likely is. I'm not secure in my conviction that the former WON'T turn out to be an embittered crone, who's idea of fun = Kvetching to everyone in ear shot over how mean the world has been to her
Other way around: I'm saying that very few are going to find a 50something baby mama, who's been piped out a few million times, remotely desirable. Indirectly, you make a point though: At a certain, pursuing 19-20 year olds does get creepyThis. Let's be real, what male in his 50s would want a 20 year old woman??
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.
If by want, you mean sleep with, 100% of men.This. Let's be real, what male in his 50s would want a 20 year old woman??
The typical 50 year old man has a blue pill ideology towards intersexual dynamics and interactions.a 50 year old man wanting to marry a haggard, bitter, post menupausal 50 year old with a divorced pvssy that's been stretched out by 40 men and 2 kids.
Women who hold this view should be asked about their own sexual history. What you’ll find amongst some of them is that they had “age gap relationships” of their own (eg, sucking and f-cking older men at ages we don’t want to know about—statutory grape). So some of this is projection.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
I wood (pun intended).This. Let's be real, what male in his 50s would want a 20 year old woman??