naw not ladder theory.. just a realization I came to. My wife now even admits it. Hell I guess it's no big deal.
Putting kevlar on:
In my experience (not all are alike) women will walk all over you as long as you let them. In fact you, you probably did everything right, the way a nice guy should JAD. The problem is that she no longer respected you because you gave her everyhting she wanted and you were deemed in her head a pushover. When you stand up to them, you set a boundry, and she now knows where the rules of the game are. In fact, it will intrigue her that you didn't give her what she wanted. case in point:
I had recently gotten out of a viscous relationship. I did everything she asked of me, and was the all around nice guy. She walked all over me and threw me away like yesterday's news. (I noticed that this was a pattern I had with the women I dated, give them the world, be the good guy, get dumped for the asshole) I was a pretty wounded puppy. I had a crush on my present day wife (who I worked with), but I was way to gun shy to do anything about it. A big group of us (her included) all became friends and started to go out at night together (we worked in TV and kept weird hours). Liz (my wife) and I became pretty good friends. In fact I pretty much thought I had no chance with her because of the ol' friend zone. But yet, I secretly pined and listened to all of her guy problems. After about 3 months of this crap I decided that I was wasting my time with her, I was nothing but a sounding board for her problems. I was the "brother she never had".
So I gave up. I decided that fine, we can just be friends and started to turn my interests to other women. Well the first time I even mentioned I was interested in this woman and was going to ask her out, Liz did a complete 180 and all of a sudden boom, I'm a pretty interesting guy, and maybe we should go out on a date (we actually went to a DMB concert).
We start dating, and everything is fine until I fell back into the same ol' pattern of giving her everything she asked of me, yet, now looking back, I had all kinds of "rules" I had to follow. She had all the "hand". After about 3 months of dating we started to fight quite a bit, always over something stupid like "You hang out with your guy friends to much" and blah blah blah. After totally castrating myself, the last straw was placed on my back Oct 31, 1995. We were supposed to go to costume party, I was going as Batman, she Robin, latent homosexuality jokes abound!
I came over to her apartment to pick her up and she decided she didn't want to go. "We should just stay in." Halloween is my favorite holiday, and dammit I was pretty jazzed about my Batman costume, and we were meeting all kinds of friends. I just looked at her and said "Fine, I'll go by myself. Batman does just fine without Robin." and turned around and headed down the steps. She yelled down to me "Are you walking away from me?!?!?" I turned around and said "yep, looks like it" and she got this unbelievable look on her face and said "No one has ever walked away from me. Get back up here." I looked at her thru my cowl and said "Well, this looks like a first then." I'm sure there was a dramatic cape flourish as I continued down the stairwell. She yelled down at me that we were finished if I didn't come back up there to talk to her about this.
Something snapped in me. The ex-girlfriends all came rushing back and the kicked in the gut feeling boiled to the surface. "You know what? I don't need this shit. Robin needs Batman... Batman doesn't need Robin" (Hokey I know, but what are you supposed to do wearing a rubber mask, cape and a way to form fitting unitard?)
I waltzed out to the Batmobile and dissappeared into the night. I went out with my friends and had a grand old time. Come midnight we were at the party (in a huge nightclub) dancing and bat-boozing it up, when out of nowhere, Robin appears at my side. She told me that I was right, Robin did need Batman, but she needed me more. (awwwwwwww I know)
We were engaged about 5 months later and just celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary last weekend. To this day, she points to that instance on the stairs as the moment she knew that she was in total love with me and that we were going to get married. AS I WALKED AWAY THINKING WE HAD JUST BROKEN UP!
Long ass story I know, but the point is, until you step up and assert yourself like a man (not trying to be sexist, but describe an instinctual drive) she will have no respect for you and eventually tire of you and look for something else. My theory is that somewhere deep in that female brain there's a switch that needs to flipped by the male that says to her "This guy will protect me and guide me through tough times. I can count on him"
You need to still be the nice guy JAD, but show her that you can be the asshole, bad boy, whatever, when the time comes, and she needs you to be that.
I'll be hiding in the Batcave waiting for my beat down now....
(Edited by Peace Frog at 2:54 am on Sep. 11, 2004)