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.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Does this mean she was on the toilet texting other dudes? Or just on the pot texting?- A few months ago, she caught me playing a Zombie game on my phone in the toilet. She then accused me of texting other women and tried to impose a rule that I am not allowed to take my phone in the toilet because she gets insecure. This morning however, she did exactly that and I pulled her up on it. She said she had a made a ‘mistake’ and that it was an ‘accident’
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
- Yesterday she Has said she wants her name on the deeds before she will ever call it ‘our house’ or ‘home’ again. I stated to her that I bought the property, not her.
^^ THISomg, im LOLing at this threat "put me on your deed or I'll go running back to my mommy and daddy and you'll get NO pvssy on the reg!" Really? b/c ur pvssy is golden like that?
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
I think it is crazy for the woman in the OP to demand her name be put on the title of the property. But then I think it is mean if you charge your live-in girlfriend rent.Longer story
Once upon a time I moved into my boyfriends house. We had an agreement prior to me moving in that I would pay $500 for rent and half the utilities. Fair considering I was paying $1100 in an apartment. At NO point in time did I ever ask him to put me on the deed to his house. Why would I? Yes, I realized I was paying down his equity, but I would be paying more rent somewhere else.
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Say again...?!But then I think it is mean if you charge your live-in girlfriend rent.
Well,I certainly wouldn't treat someone I was intimate with as a flatmate/ tenant. No doubt she would contribute in other ways. I'd hope we could be generous to one another. Wouldn't you?Say again...?!
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Yes, it depends who you are, and what you want...... or how disenchanted one has become.Different strokes fur different folks. just like any relationship, it is always a negotiation in terms of what works well for both people
Dodged a bullet. A very expensive down the road bullet.Situation Update:
Had another argument out of thin air on Monday night, and after that she got mad at every single thing I said. admittedly dhoulnt have lost my temper with her and said a few things I'm not proud of, but this situation was absolutely driving me crazy!
Yesterday, came home and she had come home early in taxi and moved all of her things out
Phil gets to keep his house![]()
The woman in the OP post was looking for a win fall. Living for free wasn't good enough for her. She saw his house as a pile of cash with a cover on it and she felt entitled to the spoils.I think it is crazy for the woman in the OP to demand her name be put on the title of the property. But then I think it is mean if you charge your live-in girlfriend rent.
Let romance be romance, and business business. The woman in the OP should have been happy to have had a place to live rent free. She would have then been in position to get some capital together [assuming she was working]. Win/ win situation, financially speaking for all parties, if you continue in an LTR, or end up splitting up.
"Captain's "log"... Stardate - 2017....."I would tell her no woman is going to dictate how I take a sh!t.
Atom Smasher going lowbrow..."Captain's "log"... Stardate - 2017....."
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.