Big word right there. Consistency is key.
Prime example:
At my old job, this dimepiece was eyehawkin' my homeboy. He didn't know how to holla at her, tho. He was intimidated with her being so fine.
Knowing how he rolls, I had to give him the game, because if it were up to him, he would've been trying to knock the broad by telling her she's beautiful 1000 times and buying her daisies and candies.
I told him not to step to her with that goofy shit. Pretty girls already know they're pretty. She's probably been pretty her whole life and had all types of lil goofy ass niggas like you telling her how she's so damn pretty.
I told him to go at her straight up. Clearly she wants to fuck, so tell her she can get fucked.
Lo and Behold, she let the homie smash off the advice I gave him. She even went halfsies on the hotel room and the drank. The finest girl he ever had, probably will ever have. Smashed her a couple more times after that.
The problem is, he got lost in the sauce. He fell in love with that goddamn dime sex.
I gave him advice on how to knock her down, not to lock her down.
Because if she wants to be with him, she needs to like who he really is.
He got her acting like me, not himself.
And when he stopped acting like me, that's when he lost her.
He got comfortable and started showing his true colors. He went back to his goofy game, got to callin' her beautiful all the time, he caught feelings, he started telling people how they've been fucking, etc. - basically everything I specifically told him not to do.
Eventually they fell out because she didn't want to be with who he really was. He wasn't consistent.