
ISSUE #105 • November 3, 2026 • 6 MIN READ
Hey {{first_name|there}},
Last Tuesday I promised to tell you about the man she chases instead of you. Before I do, one honest answer. Nobody's watching.
She asks to see you on a night you already have plans. What do you do?
Hold on to your answer. We'll come back to it.
THE SCENE
You know him. He shows up late. He takes half a day to text back. He says what he thinks, even when it comes out a little blunt. He has a Tuesday thing he never misses, and he never explains it. Every woman in the room seems to know his name, and he doesn't seem to care much either way.
You've watched women walk past you to get to him, and at some point you drew a conclusion: women want to be treated badly.
I understand why it looks that way. But that conclusion will cost you, because the men who believe it start copying the wrong part. They copy the lateness, the coldness, the forgotten birthday. And women can smell a copy from across the bar.
WHAT SHE'S ACTUALLY RESPONDING TO
Strip away his bad habits and look at what's left. None of it is cruelty.
He doesn't ask permission to live his life. He makes plans that don't include her, and he doesn't check whether she's free before he commits to something else. To her, that reads as a man whose center of gravity isn't her, and a man with his own gravitational pull.
He isn't auditioning. He isn't watching her face for approval after every sentence. He assumes he's worth her time, which tells her he's deciding about her too.
He's a little hard to read. Not because he plays games, but because he doesn't narrate his feelings in real time. He shows interest, then goes back to his life, and her imagination fills the gap.
He can walk. This is the big one. She can feel that if she treated him badly, he'd leave. There'd be no scene. He'd just stop calling. That quiet possibility makes everything he gives her feel earned.
Now run the nice guy through the same lens. He asks permission constantly. Is this okay? Are you free? Do you mind if I head out? He auditions every time he speaks, and she can feel, beyond any doubt, that he would never leave, no matter what she did.
That last part sounds like a gift, and it isn't. People undervalue what they can't lose. Men do it, women do it, everyone does. She can take him for granted at zero risk.
There's an old study that makes the same point from the other side. In 1973, psychologist Elaine Walster and her colleagues tested the idea that people prefer a partner who plays hard to get. It didn't hold up.
The person people wanted most was selectively hard to get: warm and open with them, and clearly not available to just anyone.
Being generally cold didn't work. Having a life, and choosing to make room in it, did.
THE TURN
Go back to the poll. Look at the first answer, the one that feels most generous.
"Cancel my plans. I'd rather see her." It's sweet. It also tells her that your evening was a placeholder until she came along.
A man I'll call Ryan was the safe choice in three relationships in a row. In his late twenties, he joined a climbing gym, Tuesday and Thursday nights, no matter what.
A few months later, he started seeing a woman named Jess. She suggested Tuesday. He said, "Can't Tuesday; I climb. Wednesday?" She asked him about it on the date. A few weeks later, she asked if she could come.
"I didn't do anything different," he told me. "I just had a thing that was mine, and she wanted in."
A man who is never at risk of leaving is a man she never has to choose.
If you haven't taken the Safe Choice test yet, start there. It's free, takes five minutes, and shows you which of these habits you lean on most.
THIS WEEK
You don't have to be colder to do any of this. You just have to be less available and more yourself.
Don't play hard to get.
No waiting three hours to reply on purpose and no going cold to make her chase. It might work for a week, then it collapses, because it's a costume. Your interest stays where it is. What shrinks is your availability.Name your Tuesday thing.
Pick one recurring thing that's yours, like a class, a league, or a standing dinner with a friend. Put it on the calendar and don't move it when she becomes free.Drop one permission question.
Next time you start to type "Are you free?" or "Is that okay?", make a plan instead. "I'm trying the new ramen place Thursday. Come with me."
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THE LINE
You can't fake having a life. You have to go get one.
Next Tuesday: your time. Why giving her all of it makes it worth less to her, and what to do with the evenings you get back.
Until then,
Alexandra
If this sounded like someone you know, forward it to him. He'll know why you sent it.
P.S. This series comes from my book, Stop Being Her Safe Choice. If you'd rather not wait a week between chapters, all twelve and the full thirty-rule rulebook are here.
Inner Circle members: your bonus this week is below. It's the Permission Audit, a three-day exercise plus the exact rewrites for the questions that keep you in the safe zone.
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