It’s just that reading this stereotypical garbage, combined with the shitty and mystifying ways that some men act, make me and other women feel confused and despairing. It’s a very profitable enterprise to continually charge people .97 a month for emails, especially when you don’t honor their requests to unsubscribe. 4) The preying on women’s insecurities then taking their credit card numbers for recurring charges. Why am I writing about this and even giving this bozo any attention? He seems more powerful than the authors of the Rules, because he’s a man, and supposedly offers an inside view. 3) At the same time, I hate sitting around with a group of women complaining that “All men are dogs,” etc. I know men are more complicated than that and that there are men who are out there who really want to connect with other men as friends and women as partners (or men if they are gay). I could see this was a psychological master who knew how to manipulate an audience.The stock trade in any self-help e-book purchase is to tap into the reader’s insecurities and promise you have the long-sought-after answer.
Don’t assume that just because you’ve been dating for months you’re in a “relationship” (WTF? Try to appear at all times to be a)selective b)unemotional c)hard-to-get d)a robot woman 6. It’s hard to imagine exactly what this great emotional connection consists of, except the idea that the man “feels great” when he’s with you, better than when he is single, and you as the woman are not constantly analyzing the relationship.
The issue I was wrestling with: deciding what to name my business.
I couldn’t figure out whether I should name my business something catchy, descriptive and memorable, or name my business after myself. I circled around in this creative cul-de-sac for longer than I care to admit. Plus, it was holding me back from moving ahead on everything else.
The sickest thing is that for a moment I even considered typing my credit card address, until I awoke from the hallucination and realized it would be hell to get him to stop charging me money.
His real name is David De Angelo, and once I had the wherewithal to do a search-binge on him, I found numerous consumer complaints from women who claimed that he wouldn’t stop charging them after they asked to unsubscribe.
I am fascinated by how mystified we men and women seem to be with each other. Perhaps the woman that tried to convince him the most was the very best match for him.