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.
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.
This.Having said that, I do not use women. I make it VERY clear what I want, I do not lie to women, lead them on, or treat them with anything other than respect. I look for women that want the same things I do.
+ 1, I believe the question shouldnt be too broad and give me a behaviour she is showing and then we can talk about how should my daughter ( if I had one) or women be treated in returnThis question is idiotic.
A better question is: "Would you be happy for your stripper daughter to be treated the way you treat strippers?". A stripper is a certain type of woman that gets treated a certain type of way.
I treat women a certain way depending on the type of woman I'm dealing with. A person's daughter can be any type of woman. So the question is stupid.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
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.
Notice her words...she brags "about the places we go" NOT about you...Yes I would be happy for her to be treated the same way I treat women, even stripper women.
My current date told me she "brags about the places we go together". It helps to yelp.
For me, the last 5 years have been a collection of quality versus quantity. I've had one date per week and one girl per month and one state per year, and I've taken my dates to the finest restaurants where we shared a few appetizers and drank wine. Compare that to memories of spilling Taco Bell on the seat of my Cutlass in 1993 and joking "Big Beef", and I'm happier now.
You're right. Your girl meanwhile says "I love Jeremy, even though he takes me to McDonald's".Notice her words...she brags "about the places we go" NOT about you...
I don't think you are wrong at all. Throwing money at women always works.You're right. Your girl meanwhile says "I love Jeremy, even though he takes me to McDonald's".
But wait, why would my girl spill all the beans right away? Do you think she's going to say "I told my friend I think you're hot and I hope you tie me up and blindfold me"? Her saying "I brag about you" is probably a good thing.
BTW this girl spent the entire day today, right up to this minute, texting me novel-length texts, ending by calling me her "love". So much for marmel's bigneil-is-always-wrong theory.
Your daughter will only grow up wanting the..."bad boys" if you do a poor job raising her and she grows up with no self respect.It's all about being realistic and accepting the truth. The truth is that women love bad boys, the truth is that life ain't fair, the truth is that millionaires are chilling on their yachts while poor people are starving, the truth is that predatory animals eat other animals to stay alive, the truth is that nature is not cruel, only pitilessly indifferent. You can't change it, only accept it. The moment you decide to start a family is when you accept the fact that it is likely that your daughter is going to fall in love with a bad boy.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.