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Rules support groups for women sprang up around the country. To wit: In bed, "don't be a drill sergeant, demanding that he do this or that. Remember, those are your needs you're concerned about filling, and The Rules are a selfless way of living and handling a relationship." The reader is left wondering when she could finally let her — long! — hair down and be her pushy, needy, authentic self. A subsequent book was The Rules for Marriage.) But what The Rules offered, more than anything, was a strategy.The book prompted a screaming match on Oprah's show; she devoted a whole episode to the topic of "do The Rules work or don't they? But the overall theme, presented to you as lovingly as your captor might tuck you in at night, is: adjust to men's needs. I was certain, at the age of 26, that my failure to secure a boyfriend meant I was doing something wrong.Brian called on Friday to ask me out for the next day, which I declined, and so I spent an irritable, lonely Saturday night eating Thai takeout and watching a Blockbuster movie. We went to an improv comedy show, the Upright Citizens Brigade. I petted his dog in the dark house and listened to him smash and grunt.(It dimly occurred to me that I had deliberately deprived myself of a potentially fun evening in favor of solitary moping, but I pushed that thought aside.) The Rules, if followed correctly, sometimes meant you spent a Saturday night alone, losing the battle to win the war, so to speak. "I need a word from the audience," said one of the comics. I debated going out to talk to him, but decided against it. 3: "Most men find chatty women annoying.") After an hour, I pulled down the tiny arm of my first cellphone and called my mother. 6, "Always End Phone Calls First") and listened to my beau weep in the backyard. (Evan Kafka/Getty Images) Just as we walked in the door, he said, "I don't do latex." We stood in silence for a moment.
One more thing: apparently women should also quit wasting time gah-gahing with their girlfriends over coffee in a quest to try and “understand” the opposite sex.
" hollered a woman on Oprah — by my friends, and by, well, nearly everyone I respected. Those of us baffled by the opposite sex eagerly reached for the map to happiness that The Rules promised. He chose a dank, deserted diner along the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway with 900 menu items and a clientele straight out of a William S. "People can be serious alcoholics by 17, Leigh," he said severely. "Plus that's pretty much how I meet women." I brushed this aside and pressed on with The Rules. He said he paid the Salvation Army drivers to swing by his store before they took their loads back to headquarters. So, yes, technically, The Rules were working so far, even though I was batting down a niggling feeling that he might be a jerk. On our third date, a potentially important one (Rule No.