Treat them mean, keep them keen. I've always thought that was quite a wise phrase. And if you gave me a quid for every time I've seen it proved right, I'd be able to buy — something. Like a nice pair of jeans, or a coat.
I don't tend to treat girls mean on purpose, I normally do it inadvertently. They love it. Or so I thought, until this week.
After my last date with Carina, she texted me as soon as she got home, saying she had a nice time and breaking the 'x' barrier. I responded in kind. That was on Friday night. We exchanged a couple more texts in the coming days and agreed to go out on Wednesday week. She asked what I had in mind for our date. I replied four days later suggesting dinner (I'm very imaginative). So far, so smooth. But no.
Carina replied the same evening saying she didn't want to go out with me any more because my "lack of effort/communication" gave her doubts about my keenness.
I was astounded. This just hadn't happened before. Sure, girls had chastised me for notRead More »from When treating girls mean goes wrong