don't worry about this too much,
some points to consider, she is setting out qualifiers and you are qualifing to them (there fore reacting and she is leading)
Quote:
Her: What gym you go to, the toolbag one? The one where all you guys do the gay wearing sweatpants and muscle shirts and admiring one another?
the qualifier here is, my preference is to dis-like guys at the gym
Me: Stereotyping much? Hate those guys, theyre weak usually. I work out to reach my genetic potential when I'm young. I'm sure you more then appreciate that.
you react to her frame and accept it, I accept your preference and will qualify myself to it, in order to please you, also I am one of those gym guys, but not in a bad way (brag it up in a defensive serious way)
Her: Don't get your panties in a bunch, it was a joke.
her positive state is breaking, she is leading and not enjoying it
Me: I know it was a joke, i wanted you to see the full scope of my physical prowess.
re-frame your first answer, still from a position of reaction inside her frame
Her: Oh, you look too buff to handle a joke.
she throws a dis-qualifer
Me: The buffness lets me handle the HEAVY Jokes.
you re-frame, by making her frame seem ridiculous, and re-take the frame
example responses,the qualifier here is, my preference is to dis-like guys at the gym
Me: Stereotyping much? Hate those guys, theyre weak usually. I work out to reach my genetic potential when I'm young. I'm sure you more then appreciate that.
you react to her frame and accept it, I accept your preference and will qualify myself to it, in order to please you, also I am one of those gym guys, but not in a bad way (brag it up in a defensive serious way)
Her: Don't get your panties in a bunch, it was a joke.
her positive state is breaking, she is leading and not enjoying it
Me: I know it was a joke, i wanted you to see the full scope of my physical prowess.
re-frame your first answer, still from a position of reaction inside her frame
Her: Oh, you look too buff to handle a joke.
she throws a dis-qualifer
Me: The buffness lets me handle the HEAVY Jokes.
you re-frame, by making her frame seem ridiculous, and re-take the frame
Quote:
Her: What gym you go to, the toolbag one? The one where all you guys do the gay wearing sweatpants and muscle shirts and admiring one another?
you:Are you talking about the gym or the gay bar?you:I go to the gayest gym of all, we all poor oil on each other and have gay sex with a bunch of weights, you could come check it out, but you would probably get too turned on
you:stop talking about your gay fantasies, lets blah blah blah
Quote:
Her: Don't get your panties in a bunch, it was a joke.
you:PANTIES!!?? WHAT? ASDAFSDGSGDFFG?you:I like girls who tell jokes, you're funny : D
you:don't you tell me what to do with my thongs girl, (then change subject)
you:ok?
Quote:
Her: Oh, you look too buff to handle a joke.
you:don't forget handsomeyou:if you say so
you:what is it about buff guys that makes you tell these clever jokes?
you: thats right, the most serious buff man alive, look at my muscles, how can you joke around at this? *flexes*