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Never gives in easily, and the standards/requirements start
the moment you open your mouth. See, she understands her
power and wields it like a samurai sword. She commands—not
demands—respect, just by the way she carries herself. You can
walk up to her and give her your best game, and while she may
be impressed by what you say, that’s no guarantee that she’s
going to let the conversation go any further, much less give you
her phone number and agree to give you some of her valuable
time. Men automatically know from the moment she opens her
mouth that if they want her, they’ll have to get in line with her
standards and requirements, or keep it moving because she’s
done with the games and isn’t interested in playing. But she will
also send all the signals that she is capable of being loyal to a
man and taking good care of him, appreciative of what he’s
bringing to the relationship, and ready for love—true, long-
lasting love.
N
ewsflash: it’s not the guy who determines whether
you’re a sports fish or a keeper—it’s you. (Don’t hate the player,
hate the game.) When a man approaches you, you’re the one
with total control over the situation—whether he can talk to
you, buy you a drink, dance with you, get your number, take
you home, see you again, all of that. We certainly want these
things from you; that’s why we talked to you in the first place.
But it’s you who decides if you’re going to give us any of the
things we want, and how, exactly, we’re going to get them.
Where you stand in our eyes is dictated by
your
control over the
situation. Every word you say, every move you make, every
signal you give to a man will help him determine whether he
should try to play you, be straight with you, or move on to the
next woman to do a little more sport fishing.
I like to think that the way you play this situation is much
like how you climb the ladder at work. Think about it: dating
is a lot like a business; the best way to become successful is to
master and control things you have control over. When I first
started in show business, I knew I wanted to be a top-flight
comedian. But because the club owners didn’t know me well,
all I could get was a gig as the opening act—the first guy up,
fifteen minutes to do my thing, and then off the stage I went.
Still, I knew that if I was on my game—showed up on time,
networked, and, most important, gave thought-provoking,
funny performances that made the audiences and the club
owners remember me—I could get the ultimate job as the
headliner, the comedian who gets his name on the marquee and
forty-five minutes to make people scream with laughter. I con-
trolled my fifteen minutes by making people laugh hard enough
to remember me, and then parlayed it into gigs as the “fea-
tured” comedian, the performer who gets thirty minutes on
the stage. And then I did the same thing with my thirty min-
utes onstage, making people laugh so hard that club owners
didn’t have any other choice but to make me the featured act.
See? My success in getting to be one of the Kings of Comedy
was based on my desire and ability to control my product—my
performance—which ultimately made me exactly who I wanted
to be. And doing that got me exactly what I wanted—success.
The same applies to a woman who wants to be a “keeper” rather
than a sports fish. You control what you can control—your image,
the way you conduct yourself, the way you let men talk to and
approach you—and use that to get the relationship you want.
Let me bring it home for you: imagine you’re in the health
club, and you’re on the stair climber, in your tight red athletic
bra and matching form-fitting spandex gym pants, glistening
and dewy with sweat, getting your workout on, looking really
fit and sexy. A good-looking guy comes in—he’s handsome, fit,
no rings on his fingers. And when he walks up to the treadmill
next to where you’re working out, the chemistry between the
two of you is electric; he smiles, you smile back; you move to
another machine, he moves to one not too far from you; he
glances at you, you glance back. And when the two of you are
finished working out, he goes all out—comes up to you and
breaks the ice.
“Looked like you had a good workout,” he might say, looking
you in your eyes, and then letting his gaze linger somewhere around
your hips. “A woman who takes good care of herself. Nice.”
How you respond—the way you control this exchange—
will mean all the difference between whether he considers you
a throwback or a keeper. Say something akin to “You know, a
girl’s gotta look hot,” and then twirl around so he can get a
better view, and that man is going to do a mental calculation of
just how fast he can get you into the bed, and whether he can
suddenly switch his workout time so he doesn’t have to see you
again after he hits it. A man will determine just from those
seven words and that tiny action that you’re a woman who can
be easily had—someone who’s out for a good time and is get-
ting herself in shape solely to keep her body looking right so
that guys can look at it and
really
enjoy it. I assure you, the next
few sentences out of his mouth likely will involve some serious
attempts to reel you in, and, if you bite, he’ll get you hook, line,
and sinker. And then he’ll keep it moving.
But respond to him by saying something like “Thanks, my
health is important to me and working out is a great way to keep
in shape,” and he knows that he’s going to have to dig a little
deeper to find out more about you. This is no guarantee that he
will think you’re a keeper—you’ll have to do a bit more talking
than that simple line—but at the very least, he won’t immediately
peg you as a throwback. Your comments may lead him to talk
about why he works out, which could lead to a meaningful con-
versation about a mutual interest you both have for staying in
shape. And that could lead to him asking more questions, for
which a keeper will have plenty of answers—laced, of course, with
enough requirements to let this man know that you’re a keeper,
someone who is looking for a man who will stick around.
Now, revealing that you’re a keeper is no guarantee that this
guy won’t just walk away. Some men really are just sport fishing
and have no intention of doing anything more than throwing
back the women they bed. If this is the case with this man, then
let him walk—what do you care? He’s not the guy you’re looking
for. I know that you and your girls have been told for years on
end that you just don’t pass up any opportunities when a man
walks your way—he could be The One. But I’m here to tell you
that this philosophy is just plain dumb. Women are smart—you
all can tell when your friends are lying, you know when your
kids are up to no good, co-workers can’t get anything past you at
the job. You’re quick to let each one of them know that you’re
not stupid, that you see them coming a mile away, and you’re not
going to let them play that game with you. But when it comes to
your relationships with the opposite sex, all of that goes out the
window; you relinquish your power and lose all control over the
situation—cede it to any old man who looks at you twice. Just
because he happened to look at you twice.
All I’m telling you to do is be smart about it. Know that if
this man isn’t looking for a serious relationship, you’re not going
to change his mind just because you two are going out on dates
and being intimate. You could be the most perfect woman on
the Lord’s green earth—you’re capable of interesting conversa-
tion, you cook a mean breakfast, you hand out backrubs like
sandwiches, you’re independent (which means, to him, that
you’re not going to be in his pockets)—but if he’s not ready for
a serious relationship, he’s going to treat you like a sports fish.
A perfect example of this is in this “Strawberry Letter”—these
are letters the
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