Watch your habits, those little foibles, little action, pet phrase, don’t put the new girlfriend away! Don’t always think you are a flirt with hot chicks master, then always flirt with hot chicks when, brag how to flirt with hot chicks, then seemingly good experience to share to your friends, pay attention to the following points, MM will never away from you, so that the most popular … Ju Ren Bei Zeng
Don’t frighten away your girl, why are you so good to me?
Asked her the question must not be more than 3 times! The psychologist ’s latest survey found, when it first appeared, the woman will patiently answer” because I love you”,” because I want to you”, “I don’t know why” … … When this problem occurs second times, she will think you are, because of her love to be moved because of moved, so he asked this question. When this problem occurs third times, more than six into the hearts of women began to revolt, asked about the number increases again, a woman will obviously be impatient, 72% of the women thought about asking this question the man than the woman also Po mom, not only the lack of self-confidence, and not to be trusted.
Overly concerned with her mobile phone!
” Who sent SMS?” ,” with the telephone?” ,” what did he say?” … … These problems often casually asked you out? Even if you do not intend to watch her, but is an off-the-cuff” concern”, but did not get to the bottom of, but psychologists have discovered, have been asked this question in 63% women from the subconscious to conceal their contact objects, and on your mind alert, even though she did not do anything in a sneaky way. Things. Remember, hope you women from various aspects, stereo, all-around the ground to care for her, and she, but she hates you, absolutely to watch her ( even if you are just asking )!WEIMEI OB
Habitually invoice
Well, actually it was no good, no consumption actively invoice, can play a supervisory enterprises for tax purposes. However, women may be unwilling to accept the reasons, because she is more sensitive to the question of money! If you asked her to dinner, checked out after also request an invoice, she thinks you do not pay enough attention to her, and she in your heart is not special enough, your invitation is not a matter of conscience … … Investigation discovery, more than 77% women to eat their own to please invoice man not very cold, so that man is in spend public money and hire a private guest, is love to take advantage of people. In contrast, she’d rather you to her for a ride, spend money ( of course, this refers to her as your wife before)!
My long fat!
Yes, every woman is concerned about their body, worry today is it right? Eat 100 calories, is it right? Eat 1 cheese cake … … However, the woman can not accept a day than he is also concerned with abdominal fat. Is it right?! Absolutely cannot accept you for her outspoken Mowgli problem! So, never in front of her verbalize her to lose weight, do not say that she is fat so should go with you to lose weight!
Women love men act!
1, do not have to look at the menu, they directly point out her favourite dish.
In 2, she portrayed her new watch to you the money bag, smile, remember and timely.
3, invited her to his house, and personally cook for her to eat, even if it’s just a simple breakfast.
4, no matter how tired, to hug her, don’t turn and went to sleep.Insect Powder
I had several choices on Saturday. Clean the garage, wash the car or go to the golf store and waste hours looking Ju Ren Bei Zengat a bunch of stuff I couldn’t afford.It was crowded at the golf store. I like it when it’s that way. The salespeople are too busy to pester you, and you can play with the putters all day long. I have won many imaginary tournaments on that little carpeted green.I was heading to the front of the store to forage in the “experienced” golf ball jar when I saw three familiar kids-mine-coming in the front door. At first I assumed my wife sent them on a search party and that I’d have to clean the garage after all. Then I saw the sign over the checkout stand, “Ask About Our Father’s Day Specials.” They were here to buy me a gift! Not another Three Stooges tie. Not another Handy Mitt, the greatest car-washing aid since water, but a golf gift. Cool.I ducked down behind the shoe mirror as they headed toward the golf ball section. Would they buy the Tour Edition Titleists? Probably not without help. I dashed down the club display aisle and slipped behind the mountain of shimmering red and gold boxes.“What about these yellow balls?” I heard my youngest child ask.“Or these orange ones?” my daughter added.I poked until a box of Titleists fell on the floor a few feet from them.“Whoa, dude. This whole thing could fall,” said my older son.“Yeah. Let’s look somewhere else.”Darn. I followed in a crouched position as they walked slowly by the golf bags and over to the glove display. Perfect. One of those double-thick, imported gloves with the removable ball marker. They walked right by. Okay. Maybe they’ll pick out one of those electronic distance calculators or a six-pack holder. They ambled on.Finally, they entered the clothing section and headed for a rack full of Ralph Lauren Polo shirts. Yes! I could already picture myself standing in the fairway, contemplating my approach shot, while the others in my group commented on my impeccable taste.“Hey. Look over here.” The enthusiasm in my daughter’s voice meant they had found the perfect gift. I felt bad that they were going to spend all that money, but who was I to question their immeasurable affection?“Cool. And they’re cheap, too.”Cheap? I peeked through some women’s sweaters. My daughter was holding up a pair of pink polyester pants that had been on the clearance rack since day one.“And we could get this to go with it.” My older son held up a lime-green mesh shirt.I gasped audibly. They looked in my direction, so I slipped further back into women’s wear, bumping into the store manager.“Just browsing,” I whispered.He looked at me strangely and I realized I was holding a pair of extra large women’s shorts and an athletic bra. Behind me I hear, “Look. The final touch.”I got down on all fours and struck my head out. My youngest son was holding up a hat that said “Tee-riffic Golfer” in type large enough to see four blocks away.“But it’s red,” my younger son said. “Does that matter?”“Naw,” said my daughter. .”Golfers always dress weird.”I watched them walk toward the front, then I turned and looked at the manager. “I don’t suppose…?”“Nope. All sales final. Besides, you’d break their hearts.”I slept in on Sunday. At about nine they marched into the room, placed a package on my chest and said, “Happy Father’s Day.”I tore the wrapping slowly, hoping I could muster up enough excitement when I held up that hat. But the package contained only a note.“Look beside you,” it said.I turned slowly and there on the pillow was one of my favorite putters from the golf store.“I don’t understand,” I said.“Dude,” said my older son. “We, like, knew you were there. Your car was parked out front.”“Are you disappointed?” my daughter asked.“No! This is perfect.” I stroked my new putter lovingly. “So,” I laughed. “Guess they let you take those dreadful pink pants back, huh?”Just then my wife entered the bedroom carrying a carefully wrapped package.“Ahhh. Not exactly…”MAX MAN
