Spend an uncommonly long time working on the style, shine, and bounceability of that mullet.
Don't let anyone but the heroine touch your mullet. (That is not a euphemism. No, wait, it could be.)
Maintain a state of partial undress wherein your shirt is unbuttoned but still tucked in.
Ensure that the wind is buffeting your manly chestular landscape in as flattering a manner as possible.
Be careful of your strategically placed weapon. Sometimes, OK, a lot of the time, there is a gun pointed business-end-down in the waistband of your pants. Or, perhaps there's a sword, unsheathed, of course, alongside your femoral artery. All I'm saying is, be careful. You'll put your eye out.
Adapted from Everything I Know about Love I Learned from Romance Novels by Sarah Wendell