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Yesterday-- Part 2

Story summary: Pre-Smile Era. You and Roger are best friends with benefits after having met at a dorm meeting the first night at university. The two of you navigate the newfound freedom of life away from home and learn more about each other and yourselves than you ever expected.

Part 1 here

[Sorry for the shit quality but this is what I picture Roger as for this story, but feel free to picture him however you want!]

Part 2 Summary: Roger and reader have a mischievous weekend adventure so that Roger can show reader his talent. 5k words.

Warnings: 18+, heavy petting smut, language, fluff, slight humiliation.

Disclaimer: This is only a work of fiction. Song lyrics— I Got You by James Brown

A/N: This chapter was so much fun to write! I hope you all like it. Just a comment can really make my day.

The morning you and Roger had spent together had turned into afternoon before you’d finally come back to your own room to get showered and changed for the day, and you left Roger to his own devices for the time being. You knew whoever was ready for the day first would be knocking on the other’s door in no time. Your roommate Amy was starting to get tired of his many visits both at night and during the day, just as his roommate Dale was already sick of you to the point where he’d started making himself sparse. His parents lived in London after all and Roger had told you the only reason he had a dorm room was because his parents were trying to kick their little bird out of the nest. Tensions were growing high between roommates as the end of the semester drew near and neither of you cared what either of them thought thought, as Amy had a different boy over every week and Dale was messy as could be and it drove Roger crazy.

Meeting Roger you’d never guess that he was such a clean freak. He was all boy through and through, and the first impression a person would get from him was that he was rough and tumble and probably the stereotypical, messy college boy with a room that looked like ground zero for World War three. He wouldn’t strike anyone as particular in any way about his space when in reality he was the cleanest person you’d ever met. You discovered early on that he couldn’t stand being dirty. He took two or three showers every day depending on how he felt, and whenever Dale left a mess in their room you thought Roger would go off the deep end.

The end-of-semester tensions only pushed you and Roger closer as the idea of him going home to Cornwall and you to Surrey frightened you both. You wanted to get away from the university environment but you couldn’t imagine being away from him for a whole month. Neither of you were prepared, and you were cherishing the three weeks you had left until then.

You were out of the shower, clad in a camisole and pajama pants as you brushed through your wet hair. The familiar, rhythmic knocking pattern sounded on the door and you quickly let him in. You didn’t know what the plan was for this fine, lazy Sunday afternoon but you really didn’t care as long as it was spent with your best friend.

“Hello, love. Long time no see.” He sighed in his light, airy voice, leaning over to kiss your cheek before plopping down on your messy bed. You never made it and you knew it drove him nuts. He was in pajamas as well and burrowed under your light pink duvet making you giggle at the way he looked peeking out of it, his hair in his face and his big blue eyes peering up at you in innocence.

“Tired already? We just got up!” You set your hairbrush down on the dresser and climbed on top of him, purposefully covering as much of him as you could and putting all your weight on him.

“Get off!” He laugh-wined, shoving at you halfheartedly. “I can’t breath!”

“Maybe it’s all those cigarettes, Rog.” You laughed, starting to tickle him.

“No fair! Quit it!” He shoved you a little harder and you rolled to the side, allowing for him to take charge, and he returned fire two-fold. You doubled over from laughter and he fell back onto the bed beside you, the two of you out of breath.

“You’ll be the death of me, Taylor.” You panted.

“Not if you get me first,” he scoffed.

“What do you want to do anyway?”

“I dunno.” He said flippantly. “I’m comfy right here, to be honest.” He snuggled back into the duvet with a content sigh.

“I have a question.” You stated out of the blue, propping yourself up on your elbows. This was a question you knew would catch him off guard and you were a little afraid to ask, but you needed to know. “We’ve been friends with benefits for a while…”

“Yeah? And?” His curious eyes met yours and you fell back, hiding your face behind your hands.

“Ahh I can’t ask it.”

“Oh come off it we tell each other everything. What could possibly be so bad you can’t ask me?”

You sighed, collecting yourself. “Fine. I want to know, Rog… what’s your body count? I mean we probably should’ve talked about this before we started this arrangement…”

“Oh.” His face was confused and concerned, and you worried you’d overstepped.

“You don’t have to answer—“

“No, love. I’ll answer. Including you? Two.”

“Two?” That was an unexpected answer. You hadn’t put your finger on just how many you expected because he acted like such a ladies man sometimes, but that answer did surprise you.

“What, do you think I’m some kind of man-whore?” He looked genuinely offended at your surprised reaction, and he went to get off the bed.

“Wait, Rog, I don’t—“ you grabbed his arm, making him sit back down. “Its just, you’re so confident and act so comfortable with girls. I figured it would be higher, you know? That’s not really a bad thing.”

“Well if you must know, I was with my girlfriend for the past four years until we parted ways for university.” He spat, looking away and crossing his arms over his chest, clearly hurt.

“I’m sorry, Roger, I didn’t mean to react that way. Um, our agreement isn’t just rebound sex, is it?”

“What?” His eyes snapped back to yours, “No, of course not. I loved her but it was time. I’m not hung up on her. What I have with you is different.”

“You loved her?”

“Yes. She was my first love. But we were growing apart. She had her plans and I had mine. That’s just how it went.” There was a sad shadow that clouded his eyes momentarily, but he quickly shook it off. “What about you? What’s your count?”

“Um.” You’d forgotten that asking him would also require you to give up the same information. “Including you, one.”

“One?” You could see the cogs turning in his head as he processed. “You were a virgin?” He asked, his voice hitching with a hint of panic.

You nodded.

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?!” He sat up on his knees and his hands came up to grip his hair.

“What’s the big deal, Rog?”

“You were a virgin!” His hands dropped from his hair and one of them fell to his neck, slipping under the collar of his t-shirt to scratch nervously at his shoulder. “God, I’m so sorry, Y/N, had I known—“

“Hey, quit it. What would you have possibly done differently had you known?” You placed your hands on his tense shoulders and pulled him back down to sit beside you once more.

“I— I don’t know, I would’ve gone slower, been more attentive, asked you how you felt.” His big blue eyes were glassy and filled with worry. It was sweet to see how concerned he was.

“In that case I’m glad you didn’t know. You would’ve ruined it.” You chuckled, reaching up and smoothing his hair affectionately. “Really, it was fine how it was.”

“Fine? Did it hurt? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, Rog. It was more than fine, it was lovely. I told you that then, and I was being honest. It was really quite lovely and it has been every time since.”

He visibly relaxed at your words but still eyed you with caution. “These kinds of things… we need to talk about them more. I feel blind sided.”

“I’m sorry, I honestly didn’t realize it was such a big deal to you.”

“Well I just feel like I should’ve known. And you should’ve known my body count before, too. We need to communicate better if we’re going to keep doing this.”

It shook you to see how hurt he seemed from this whole conversation. “You’re right. We’ll work on communicating better.” You studied his expression as he looked down at his lap, his hand still massaging his shoulder under his shirt. “Come on, Rog. Relax, darling. I have an idea.” You reached up and took his hand from his shirt and held both of his in yours. His eyes met yours once more with a spark of curiosity. “I want you to play your drums for me.”

His eyes lit up momentarily, but it quickly faded as he thought it through. “I would love that, but they’re too loud to play here.”

“Oh come on! I bet Dale isn’t even back yet!”

“No, not that. I mean they are loud, Y/N. Like the whole building would be able to hear them. Not a lot of people realize just how loud they are until they’ve heard them up close.”

“I want to hear them.”

“You might but the whole building won’t.” He scoffed and crossed his arms again. “Trust me I would love to have the opportunity to play. Pencils on a desk just aren’t the same.”

During your study sessions he would often get distracted and drum on his desk and notebook with two pencils. It never bothered you because his rhythm was impeccable, but there was only so much pitch he could get from a battered notebook and an old table. You wanted so badly to hear the real thing, and began to mull over ideas in your head. Suddenly you remembered a key detail.

“Oh! There’s a set in the art building! The music room is there, I pass it every day, Rog, you could use those!”

“Is it open on Sundays?” He asked, doubt clouding his narrowed eyes as he studied you.

You smirked, a feeling of mischief exciting you. “No, but I know of a certain ground floor window that’s aways open. The lock is broken.”

“You’re amazing.” He stated, jumping off the bed and bolting toward the door. “I’m going to change, meet me at my room.” And with that he was gone.

You laughed to yourself as you got up to change. You slipped on a navy blue sweatshirt that happened to be Roger’s and replaced your pajama pants with light wash bell bottom jeans. At the door you paused to slip on your white converse, and then headed down to Roger’s room on the first floor. You let yourself into his unlocked room to find him pulling on his jeans.

His smile of excitement made your heart swell. He was like a little boy getting ready to open presents on Christmas morning, and you watched him fondly as he pulled on his favorite Marlboro Red jacket and black converse. He once again bolted for the door, beckoning for you to follow. He held the door for you and you grabbed his monochrome polaroid camera off his dresser on your way out.

“What’s that for?” He asked, following you out the door and locking it behind him.

“I have a project I need to do and this might just be the perfect opportunity to start it.” You smiled to yourself as you slipped the camera strap over your neck, thinking of the prompt your professor had given you.

“What’s the project on?” Roger asked, falling into step beside you as you exited the dorm building and started up the sidewalk.

“Oh my professor just told us to use any one medium and create a collage— yes photographs are a medium.” You left out the fact that the collage was supposed to be on your favorite things, and you planned for him to be the sole subject.

“I knew that.” He grumbled, looking away. “Sounds like fun.”

“Oh it is. Creative things like this are my favorites.”

“I thought you were a painter?”

“Well I am but I’m going to be an art teacher, so I need to broaden my horizons. I have to know about different kinds of art to teach them.”

“That’s cool.” A smile came to play at his lips as he looked ahead, and you couldn’t help but smile as well.

You continued on your way to the art building which loomed over you up ahead, and you chuckled to yourself when you reached the intersection where you and Roger would normally part ways when heading to class. You lead him up to the building and took his hand in yours as you walked around the back of it, searching for the window you knew would let you in.

As you felt his hand in yours you noticed how soft they had become since he hadn’t been drumming, and it made you feel sad, knowing that he hadn’t had the opportunity to do what he loved in months. You’d never seen him really drum before and your heart beat quickened as you thought about the fact that you were about to hear him play for the first time.

“Here it is!” You exclaimed, pointing up to a window that was ever so slightly cracked. It was just over your height and you frowned, realizing that this mission could be a challenge after all.

“How the bloody hell are we going to get in?” Roger responded, gazing up at the window with despair dripping from his voice.

“Hey, it’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”

He didn’t look convinced but rather sat down on the ground with a huff as you paced trying to think.

“I know! You could lift me in—“

“But how does that help me get in?”

“Then I can find a step stool or something to stick out the window for you.” You crossed your arms over your chest and surveyed his expression.

“Well, I guess it’ll have to do.” He admitted with a shrug, getting to his feet once more. “Alright, hop up.” He knelt on one knee and held his hands out for your foot, which you placed in them lightly. With a groan he hoisted you up and you grabbed onto the windowsill for dear life. You struggled momentarily as you tried to push the window open further, and you could feel Roger beginning to shake under your weight. Finally you had it open wide enough to fit and kicked off his hands to push yourself through.

You landed on the art table below the window in the dark classroom and could hear Roger cursing outside. “A little warning would’ve been nice!”

Getting to your feet, you brushed off the dust your sweatshirt had gathered from the windowsill and you returned to peer out at Roger. He was sprawled out on his back looking like something the cat dragged in and you realized you had kicked him over when you’d launched yourself through the window. A laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it.

“It’s not funny!” He yelled from the ground, finally pushing himself to his feet.

You rolled your eyes and disappeared from the window again in search of something he could use as a step. There was a closet full of random supplies in the back of the classroom, and you knew if there was anything in the room that wouldn’t be missed it would be in there. When you opened the closet you wanted to shout with relief, as right there in the middle of the clutter sat a wooden milk crate. You wasted no time grabbing it and bringing it back to the window. As the window was in the back of the building you figured you could easily leave it there for future use. It was perfect.

Roger smiled when he saw what you brought for him and reached up to take it from you. It was a little short but gave him the boost he needed to get in the window enough for you to grab onto him and pull. The both of you landed once more in a heap on the table you’d been standing on, laughing your asses off.

“Alright, alright,” you laughed, sliding out from under Roger and gaining your footing on the floor, “lets go find those drums before we break something.”

He followed you quickly and you could see the excitement returning to his face. The childlike joy he felt at the idea of getting to do what he loved warmed your heart and you loved that you were the one to find a way to make him so happy.

At last you reached the room and you opened the heavy wooden door to reveal the enormous, cavernous band room. It had soundproofing panels all around and lockers along one wall that held instruments for the music majors to borrow. There was a small conducting podium at the front of the room before several rows of chairs, set up for an orchestra. To the far end of the room sat a mini stage with a drum kit upstage, ready and waiting with Roger’s name all over it.

The kit was the first thing Roger saw, and before you could say a word he was jogging over to it. You watched him plop down on the stool and give the bass drum a light tap with its pedal. He looked around for drum sticks and snatched them when he spotted them laying on one of the floor toms. Immediately he began some kind of ritual with the drums, focus taking over his face, turning it stony as he doubled over and listened to the sounds each drum made as he tapped them. You didn’t dare disturb him, as you’d never seen such concentration take him before, and you perched yourself on a nearby amplifier to observe. The polaroid camera bumped your chest as you adjusted yourself and you immediately picked it up, a smile growing on your face as you brought it up to your eye. You watched him through the viewfinder, waiting for the perfect moment, then, snap, you had him. The film slid from the front and you placed it beside you to develop. This was going to be fun.

“Whatcha doing, Roggie?” You asked as you watched him pause to readjust himself on the stool.

“Oh, I’m tuning them.” He stated, looking up. “Would you like a play-by-play?” A smirk played at his lips as he raised an eyebrow.

You brought the camera back up to your eye and wasted no time. Snap. “Yes please.”

“Well they’re ready. What would you like to hear? I might be a bit rusty.” He twirled one of the drumsticks in his fingers, already humming and bobbing his head to whatever song was playing in his mind.

“Whatever you’re thinking of.”

“Right on.”

You were caught off guard by the loud “Wow!” he shouted to start off the song but as he continued and you recognized what he was playing you felt like melting. It was ‘I Got You’ by James Brown and he sounded absolutely amazing. Though the recording of the song had other instruments, they weren’t missed one bit with the fulfilling combination of Roger’s talents. But Roger was right, the drums were loud and the sound of them consumed all the space in the room and covered you like a heavy blanket. You were mesmerized by the way he moved as he hit each drum with perfect timing and sung along with a voice that was worthy of fame. You’d never noticed or appreciated just how physical the art of drumming was, but watching his movements you had no idea how he did it, not to mention how his voice was perfect, completely unaffected by the activity.

“I feel good, so good

I got-a you!”

He pointed a drumstick at you on that line and you just wanted to soak up the moment as his eyes bore into yours. Sitting there, dazed on the amp, you took him in, feeling the bass drum and basking in the feelings his voice and the song stirred inside you. It was perfect, and you nearly forgot to capture the moment on camera. You hurriedly put your eye back to the viewfinder and snapped the stutter button again before placing the little square soon-to-be photo face down beside you. As you listened, you prepared for the chorus this time and snapped a picture on the word “you” as he pointed to you once more, this time with a wink. You knew you’d got it and hurried to put the picture down to develop, praying it would come out right.

Tears pricked at your eyes as he drew the song to a close, as you didn’t want it to end, it was just such a wonderful experience.

He was breathing heavy as he hit the final note and set his drumsticks down to catch his breath. “Wow I really am out of shape.” He panted, his eyes meeting yours with a playful raise of his eyebrows.

“Roger, that was beautiful.” You stated. It wasn’t the right word for such an up-tempo song but you were at a loss for words, completely dumbfounded to discover just how talented your best friend was.

“Well, thanks.” He said hesitantly. “Would you like to hear something else?”

You nodded fervently, wracking your brain for any one request, but you didn’t care what he played, you just wanted to hear him. He sat still for a moment, letting you think and still trying to catch his breath. His eyes were downcast as he studied the skin of the snare drum, and you admired him from your perch on the amp. You couldn’t help but slowly slide off of it onto your feet and slowly approach him. He didn’t hear you and he jumped slightly when your hand landed on his shoulder. His deep blue eyes met yours once more and his lips parted slightly in curiosity, waiting for you to say something, but instead you just lowered yourself to straddle his lap, and wrapped you arms over his shoulders, your hands connecting at the back of his neck. Gazing into his eyes you reflected on how amazing he was to you, and how seeing him put his heart and soul into drumming had been such a turn on. His hands moved up to the small of your back to steady you on his lap and a small smile touched his lips as he studied your expression.

“You’re amazing,” you whispered, resting your forehead against his.

His smile turned into a smirk as he took in your praise, and his hands moved to grip your hips. “I’m pretty great with my hands if I do say so myself,” he joked as he trailed his fingers down your thigh, reaching the bend of your knee and hitching your leg up, causing you to move further up on his lap.

“Show me,” you breathed, pulling off the obnoxious sweatshirt that was keeping you from him and tossing it aside and feeling his stare burning through your camisole with no bra beneath it.

He rans his hands up and down your thighs teasingly before moving one hand behind your neck to support it as he pressed his mouth to it. His other hand worked on the button of your tight, low rise jeans, fumbling momentarily but successfully undoing it. He slipped his fingers under the thin elastic waistband of your panties and he very lightly traced your slit as his mouth sucked gently on the soft, sensitive skin of your collarbone, evoking a soft moan from your lips, and sure to leave a mark. You could tell he was going to make you beg for it. Well, two could play at that game.

You ground your hips lightly against his hand, causing friction on his lap as you inched even further up on him, your bellies touching from your closeness. You could feel your work paying off as his jeans began to strain, and you made quick work of undoing the button and plunging your hand into his boxers. Gently, you brushed the tips of your fingers ever so lightly along his member, and he groaned under your touch.

At your advances he allowed his fingers to explore your warm folds, and he traced you with painful slowness. You ground into his fingers, but he pulled them away as you tried to get more friction.

“Ah ah ah,” he scolded as he brought his fingers up to your lips. “You’re going to be patient,” he teased, licking you off his fingers before returning them to their previous position on either side of your clit, now slick and warm with his saliva.

You groaned at your limitation and tried your hardest to stay still as he began to move his fingers once more, and as you began to stroke him with your hand. “No, sir,” you scolded when you felt his hips buck beneath you. “If I have to be patient then so do you.” You trailed kisses up his neck and nibbled on his ear playfully, and he gave in, moving his fingers to exactly where you wanted them. “Atta boy,” you breathed in his ear.

“Lets make this quick,” he grunted, and you nodded in agreement, quickening your pace with him as he did the same to you. He allowed you to move against him again and you took full advantage, taking special care to reward him as well. You quickly came undone on his fingers and he followed suit seconds later, his head falling onto your shoulder as you rode out the wave of ecstasy together.

Both of you took slow, deep breaths together calm yourselves as you gently removed your hand from his boxers and wiped it messily on your camisole. He gently removed his fingers from your panties as he fought back a giddy smile. You scooted back on his lap a few inches to give him some space and something on his jeans caught your eye.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, covering your uncontrollable smile with both hands. “We did not think this through.” He had a very obvious, dark wet spot on the front of his light wash jeans caused from your activities.

He swore loudly as his eyes caught the offending sight. “Shit! How am I going to get out of here? I can’t go out like this.”

“Hey hey hey, its okay love. Everyone cums in their pants every now and then,” you couldn’t help but snicker as you looked up at him, mischief in your eyes at your sarcastic comment. “Haha, you came in your pants!”

“That’s not how it went and you know it!” He shouted as his cheeks reddened, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“Roger came in his pants, Roger came in his pants!” You chanted in a sing-song voice as you slid off his lap and twirled around.

“Come off it.”

“Oh come on, Rog, just admit I was too much for you,” you let your jeans slip lower on your hips for him as you danced over to pick up your sweatshirt, bending over to tease him.

“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow, his expression calming. “I seem to recall you quite literally melting in my hands.”

“Well, my proof ain’t all over the front of my pants now is it?!” You laughed, spinning around to pick the camera up off where you’d left it on the amp and turned it on him before he could react. The resulting photo you knew would develop with his eyes wide and his mouth open in protest— a beautiful sight. “Don’t worry, Love, that one’s just for me.”

“Seriously though. My jacket won’t cover it, I don’t know what to do. I’m not leaving like this.” Roger stood up and played with the hem of his t-shirt as if he could stretch it far enough to stay covered.

“Well, how about you play me another song and I’ll think about it. Okay, drummer boy?”

He shot you a glare and sat back on the drum stool, grabbing and twirling a drumstick between his fingers. The rhythm he began to bang out of the drums captivated you immediately, and this time you walked around him to get pictures, snapping a painfully attractive one from the back that displayed his messy hair splayed around his head perfectly. Whatever song he was playing either didn’t have words or he wasn’t in the mood to sing. He ignored you as you paced around the drum kit, taking pictures, and he continued to play song after song, sometimes singing along, sometimes just moving his mouth to the count of the beat. You quickly realized that he had retreated into his own little world and seemingly had forgotten about you. He didn’t notice when you stooped back down to pick up the abandoned sweatshirt off the floor and held it up to you to see if it might be long enough to solve Roger’s problem. It would be, so you folded it and set in on the amp, glad to have found a solution to his way too obvious predicament. You sat down on the floor and began sorting through your polaroids, admiring Roger in his natural habitat. These were gold and you were hesitant to ruin them by putting them in a collage, but you knew you had to or you’d fail the assignment, having no other ideas.

Your only solution was to take more but you only had three photos left in the camera and had to photograph wisely. Observing him was an experience like no other. He was putting all his heart and soul into the rhythms he beat out, and your heart would leap every time he would throw his head back in passion. He was beautiful, you’d never seen such a perfect human before and it was all enhanced by the ray of setting sunlight that filtered through the high windows, framing his hair like a halo. You waited, watching him through the viewfinder and found the perfect angle sitting on the floor beside him, though being so close made the sounds reverberate through your head and started to make it hurt you didn’t care: you had the best seat in the house.

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travisandersondatingblog · 5 years

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How to Keep a Man Interested: 3 Ways to Keep Him Pursuing You

If you’re struggling to figure out how to keep a man interested, you can probably relate to this frustrating scenario: you’ve been dating someone for a few months and you’re really into him. You even start to let your guard down and even tell your parents or your friends about this man and how great he is.

Then, all of a sudden…

He disappears.

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What’s up with that??

You’re kicking yourself that you didn’t do a better job of keeping his attention. Now some other woman gets this cool guy.

This video and article are for all you sexy, single ladies that have had to deal with men ghosting (and I’m betting that’s any woman reading this article!). Here, I’ll give you three core strategies to help you learn how to keep a man in your life who absolutely loves spending time with you.

Your Coach,

P.S. To help you in your journey of learning how to keep a man interested, I’ve created this special training program to teach you how to make a man miss you and want to commit to only you! Sign up now to get access.

Introduction

Before we dive into some techniques that will teach you how to keep a man interested and engaged, let me just say this: if a guy is totally uninterested in being in a relationship with you, then don’t waste your time trying to keep him interested. This is where listening to your intuition should come into play. If you get the sense that he’s over it — that is, being with you — notice that and don’t try to force it. What’s the point? He’s clearly not the one for you.

This article and video are geared more for those early days when you first start dating. He more than likely is talking to other women, so at this point, you want to know how to keep a man interested in you so that he’ll ditch those other women and focus on only you.

3 Lessons to Learn How to Keep a Man Interested in You

Working at how to keep a man interested can make him more committed.

I’ve coached thousands of women — and men — on how to create a love life that they absolutely adore. I’ve spoken at universities and other venues talking about dating and relationships. Now, I know there are a lot of so-called dating coaches out there who will give you advice on how to keep a man into you like “play mind games with him” or “make him jealous on social media.”

Let me just say: that’s not real advice. It’s not helpful. You need strategies for how to keep a man interested and engaged that are for grown-ups, and that actually work! So if you’re ready, let me give you exactly that.

1. Remember: You are Worth Keeping

How’s your self-esteem? Do you know how amazing you are? Or do you struggle to feel good about yourself when dating men who clearly don’t know your worth?

Research shows that high self-esteem can influence your relationship satisfaction as well as impact your partner’s self-esteem. When you feel bad about yourself, your insecurities can start to creep in to the way you act with your significant other — and that can have a negative impact on both of you.

Not only that but also low self-esteem can distort your perception of your partner, according to research in the Journal of Personality and Social Psychology. In the study, researchers asked more than 500 men and women to complete questionnaires about their self-esteem and then asked them how threatened they felt by their partner’s flaws. Those with low self-esteem were not only more threatened by their partner’s imperfections, but they were also more likely to view their relationships in black-and-white terms: as all good or all bad.

In short, once you start realizing your intrinsic value and self-worth, you can be more successful at engaging a man. Once you realize you’re high-value, he will too.

2. Show Him That He’s Worth Keeping

When you appreciate the little things he does, he wants to do more of them.

Okay, this may come out incredibly condescending toward guys, but the fact is: men are like puppies. When we do something good, reward us with a treat, and what do you know? We’ll continue with that behavior.

Let’s say you just finished dinner and he walks you to your car door and opens the door for you.

A great way to acknowledge the effort and his chivalry — because we know that chivalry is almost dead these days — is: before you get in the car, kiss him on the cheek and say “that’s so sweet! Guys never open doors anymore.”

From that point forward, he will never not open a door for you. Give him that treat when he does something well; reward him with praise or an affectionate gesture.

Here’s another example: let’s say he plans a nice Friday night dinner for you. To show your appreciation, surprise him with dinner next time.

I find that the best type of relationship is when both people invest more and more into the relationship, trying to make the other person happier.

While you might assume that the person on the receiving end of a kind gesture or action would be the most pleased with the effort, research actually shows that the giver feels more positive and has higher self-esteem. The giver also feels more committed to the recipient, because he values something (you) more when he’s invested in it.

3. Don’t Stop Flirting

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Once you get past that first three to six months in a new relationship, you’ll probably start to lose some of that intense butterflies-in-the-stomach sensation every time you see this guy. Some of the flirting may be gone, but that means you need to work even hard to figure out how to keep a guy interested.

Research has shown that there are actually different love chemicals flooding your body in each stage of a relationship. In the beginning, when you are crazy head over heels for a guy, your brain is pumping tons of dopamine and norepinephrine throughout your body. As you mellow into the Partnership or Commitment stage of your relationship, it’s oxytocin and vasopressin taking over.

Even if those butterflies have flown away, you need to still have flirtatious banter with your guy. I encourage you to set aside time to go on dates, to remember what it was like when you were first getting to know one another.

In another study we found, University of Kentucky researcher Brandi Frisby studied 164 married people and noted that those that were most satisfied in their relationships flirted to keep up their intimacy. That might mean they played footsie or whispered into each other’s ear. Frisby wrote in her paper that married couples flirted to “create a private world with the spouse.”

So how can you put a little flirt into your relationship? Maybe wink at him when you’re at a party and are on opposite sides of the room. Playfully kiss his hand. Tickle him. Give him butterfly kisses. Just keep things light and fun!

Conclusion:

Now you see what I meant when I said I wasn’t going to give you ridiculous advice about how to keep a man interested. These are mature suggestions. They’re based on building a relationship of respect and passion, and that’s not something that’s guaranteed in a relationship. If you’re serious about this man, you need to work to show him that you are worth his time, that you appreciate what he does, and that, even months or years down the road, he still makes your toes tingle. If he’s the right guy for you, he’ll 100% reciprocate your effort.

So now I want to hear from you in the comments below! Have you tried one or all of these strategies for how to keep a man into you? Do you have other tips to share with our Sexy Confidence community? What I love about this site is how supportive you ladies are of one another, so don’t keep your super awesome tip to yourself! Share the love!

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How to Keep a Man Interested: 3 Ways to Keep Him Pursuing You

Then, all of a sudden…

He disappears.

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What’s up with that??

You’re kicking yourself that you didn’t do a better job of keeping his attention. Now some other woman gets this cool guy.

Your Coach,

Introduction

3 Lessons to Learn How to Keep a Man Interested in You

Working at how to keep a man interested can make him more committed.

1. Remember: You are Worth Keeping

How’s your self-esteem? Do you know how amazing you are? Or do you struggle to feel good about yourself when dating men who clearly don’t know your worth?

In short, once you start realizing your intrinsic value and self-worth, you can be more successful at engaging a man. Once you realize you’re high-value, he will too.

2. Show Him That He’s Worth Keeping

When you appreciate the little things he does, he wants to do more of them.

Let’s say you just finished dinner and he walks you to your car door and opens the door for you.

From that point forward, he will never not open a door for you. Give him that treat when he does something well; reward him with praise or an affectionate gesture.

Here’s another example: let’s say he plans a nice Friday night dinner for you. To show your appreciation, surprise him with dinner next time.

I find that the best type of relationship is when both people invest more and more into the relationship, trying to make the other person happier.

3. Don’t Stop Flirting

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