We hate when you try too hard to be one of the guys. My solution is to try to get a place by the beach and do it out on the porch where you can see and hear the waves: Sex at the beach, but not on the beach. Sometimes, I just act like they have no chance, even though I might like them.
It's pretty lame that my buddies and I invent words and languages and then giggle over them like schoolchildren. I openly flirt with other girls in front of them, and talk about how hot other girls are in front of them.
While we played, security goons watched closely, and my dad could tell that we were nervous: "Just act like you are supposed to be here, and they won't ask any questions." Sure enough, it worked. Once I've made it into bed with a girl, no way I'm going to let my stupid mouth wreck things.
In fact, we've most likely made it to this point in spite of my mouth.
The best thing to do is to act like you have some experience, and not question anything.
I think back to the advice my dad once gave my sisters and me when he snuck us onto the "premium members only" tennis courts at this fancy resort at the beach.
Holding someone close in bed also makes you feel very secure with one another and the relationship. Men are taught that confidence solves just about anything.
Every boy and girl, man and child carries basic, fundamental beliefs about themselves.
When I just throw it all out the window and dismiss it as "crazy," it makes it easier to deal.
We don't really think women are insane, we just say it so we can be done thinking about their antics and move on. Guys are happy to help out their girlfriends with emotional issues.
Alcohol should be introduced into the relationship slowly, but if a drink or two takes the edge off, and wine adds romance it's fine. But the one thing that should never happen is excessive application: too much, too many colors, or if it's just a botched attempt at a good makeup technique.
Seems like as time goes by, makeup makes like the earth and erodes and changes with weathering.