Women are not unicorns

The same applies to any motivating books. So don’t be too fooled if you bought one of these and it didn’t work for you.

But, I will make a reservation, this is better than doing nothing at all towards the goal. You can at least lie in her direction.

You know, after lighting a cigarette, take a pumping book and read it from cover to cover. And then go out into the street, grab the first millionaire you come across by the breasts and marry yourself with various tricks.

Until you marry yourself, everything else is just theater, girls.

If you haven’t put yourself in the shoes of your ideal man and looked at yourself through his eyes, then everything else is a circus.

— I don’t want to change for anyone.

— In terms of?

— Well, I'm not going to change for the sake of some guy.

— Do you want to marry a peasant woman, or an ideal representative of the opposite sex?

— Second option.

— OK. Then another question: for whom would you change?

— For my own sake.

— Deluxe. We mathematically deduce that if you were a man yourself, would you change for your own sake? For someone so capricious, with a potbelly, cellulite, sometimes lazy, who doesn’t know how to cook, who feels great in a mess and lack of money, who is demanding of others, but not of herself? List further? Have you already imagined such a husband?

Now you laugh, but I was like that, and I also saw about a hundred such free and independent women who allowed themselves to be mediocre, but wanted an ideal husband, so that he would also love him as he is.

My colleague was like this. Two meters tall, “suffering” from excess weight. Why in quotes? Because she didn’t suffer, didn’t make any real efforts to lose weight, she just tried and then gave up.

She wanted a man taller than herself, athletic, smart, kind, and a non-drinker.

She only came across idiots who matched the description, but who ran away as soon as her heart sank. Yes, by the age of thirty-five she had already earned herself a bad heart.

Would she want to marry a doughy, sick man who doesn’t want to reduce the amount of food and sugar he eats, who justifies his fatness with all sorts of reasons, who is so sick that if he dies one day during sex, then problems with the police can’t be avoided?

No. One hundred percent.

Look at yourself now if you are not yet married. And describe your ideal man. Enter the mind of this image and look at yourself through its eyes. If you are satisfied with everything about yourself, ok, read motivational books and go ahead to “conquer Everest.”

If at least something bothers you, for example, that you behave indecently in society, swear like a cobbler, drink to excess, dress vulgarly and tastelessly, then remember the movie “Pretty Woman”.

Richard Gere's character would not have dated such a woman, and his infatuation and passion would not have turned into love if he had not seen that this woman was capable of changing. That she is capable of being a lady when circumstances require it. That she's getting better.

In addition, the heroine of Julia Roberts turned out to be quite modest and honest, open and kind at heart, which is rarely seen among real moths. Therefore, if anger lives in you and men are just a bag of money for you, then it’s worth doing my trick. Enter the mind of your ideal man and find something in yourself that is worth changing. And then mentally marry yourself.

You can even play out a toy wedding and have fun at home with your friends. Look at yourself through the eyes of the groom.

How did I marry my boyfriend? I'll tell you now.

Even though we were already known as a married couple among our friends, I still felt insecure.

How was this expressed?

He was still my teacher. I remained in the role of a little guy next to the master. I had already stopped greedily looking into his mouth, catching every word like diamonds, I had reached a level where I could do something myself, I learned to bring income to our common company at four million rubles a month, but I still received lyulei, like an obstinate subordinate, constantly demanding something.

Then, in two thousand and sixteen, it seemed to me that for my merits at work, I could demand to register our marriage.

Where is the logic? There is no logic. It's funny, but at the time everything seemed very reasonable. I was like a fighter. I worked twenty-four to seven, trying to curry favor with the boss, instead of devoting time to relationships, loving him, understanding him, communicating and leading him to the decision to get married.

He is one of those who, having been burned once, does not want a second time. You know, like Mr. Big from the movie Sex and the City. My man didn’t want his second wife to go crazy after the wedding, so that she would go crazy with happiness that she had finally saddled the zealous stallion.

With tears in my eyes, I assured that I would not become like that. Do you know what my mistake was? I didn’t marry myself then.