If we go back in time to a couple of years ago, I was that guy who bought flowers every Sunday for her without fail for years. It was a long time ago and it’s hard to remember the mental models now, but I’m sure there was a covert contract in there somewhere. I was “the guy who bought flowers every Sunday” and imagined that some day my wife would boast to her friends and family about how I was such a Nice GuyTM.

Then one day along my journey here at MRP I just stopped buying them. Maybe at first it was some Rambo McFucktard move, or attempting to Alfa-Up, I don’t really remember now – but I know that at some point I just stopped. I would not expend the mental energy on doing so because she was not worth it.

Of course I was shit tested about it. “You always used to buy me flowers, and you don’t even do that anymore” was a common line I heard along my journey. Who fucking cares?

The problem was that I was buying flowers for the wrong reasons. I was buying them to buy something from her – negotiating desire, or passion, or for her or her friends and family to like me. I wasn’t buying flowers just to buy them. This was probably one of my first revelations after coming to MRP.

Does that mean that I don’t buy them anymore?

No, it means I buy them differently now.

Earlier this week a good friend of mine decided to head down to my home state to visit for the weekend. Completely unexpected. I haven’t seen him in about 2 years – he’s going to stay for the weekend. I let my woman know as soon as I could so she could prepare, but hey – I’ve got a pretty anxious woman on my hands that wants to add value. What followed was two days of intense cleaning, making up the guest room, cleaning bathrooms… all without a word from me. Adding value.

As I walked through the grocery store tonight picking up some meat for the BBQ this weekend, I walked by the flowers. I picked out a few and brought them home.

I didn’t think about why I bought them. I just struck me as something that I wanted to do. I brought them home, gave them a fresh cut and put them in a vase. She hasn’t seen them yet, but walked by them a few times.

Just now I was bombarded with comfort tests in the form of “It’s like no one cares about me. All I do is clean. I feel underappreciated. It’s like you can’t be nice to me anymore and are just a hard-ass and I feel sad.” I just laughed. I got a snarky response back that “it’s not funny”. I laughed again. The feelz were running high and I could see her get visibly upset. As I watched her emotions churn it was delightful. I was in awe of such the ignorance that she had that I do care about her. I just smiled and STFU. I could literally feel the tension she was trying to push into me but you know what? It didn’t fucking matter. This was absolutely funny because I already knew what was going to happen.

I sat at the table the flowers were on and just stared at her. Being completely blinded by her feminine emotions in the moment she stared back at me, still unaware. But then I moved my eyes from hers to the flowers and back to hers, no words spoken. And that’s when I saw it… the rollercoaster of emotions took a new turn and she smiled at the magician.

Do you see how that magic works?

I didn't in the house announcing flowers had arrived. I didn't tell her about them and try to get a blowjob. I didn't place them strategically in some spot she would notice them immediately. I didn't have a covert contract about some pansy ass flowers. I wasn't proud of buying flowers. It was just something I did and wanted to do.

I did something because I genuinely wanted to because I genuinely appreciated everything she does to add value to my life. She likes flowers, cool. How many words did I say? Zero. How many times did I tell her thank you for cleaning bathrooms? Zero. How many times did I TELL her I appreciated everything she did? Zero.

How many times did she ask me what it was that needed to be done? Zero.

Be a magician in your own unique way. Find more and more unique ways to praise your woman with authenticity for the ways that she adds value to your life without words and enjoy all the great feminine emotions she has to offer you. It's fun.

But at the same time - also ask yourself why you do the things that you do.

It’s pretty simple.

Acta non verba.