Love Letters: Desperate Times

Let’s kick things off with a little relationship advice, courtesy of the amazing Betty White:

“All creatures must learn to coexist. That’s why the brown bear and the field mouse can share their lives in harmony. Of course, they can’t mate or the mice would explode.”

I’m voting for Betty White in November. But first, here’s a little relationship advice from yours truly.

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Here’s today’s question:

Why does a desperate-acting woman turn a man off?
MJ

Ah, playa. Women – and men, too – make this dating thing so hard. It’s really not that serious.

Ladies, look at it like this – would you like a man who calls you incessantly; sends texts all day long instead of, you know, working; spends more time on your own Facebook page than you do; and is constantly bugging your friends about your whereabouts?

Beyonce n’ dem had a song about guys like that.

No woman with the sense God gave geese would want a man like that, right? Well, I don’t understand women who hate those traits but turn around and do the EXACT SAME THING to guys. Trust me, things like that don’t show a man you care – it only comes across as desperation. Desperation does not equal devotion, ladies. Trust me, being overbearing doesn’t show a man that you’re interested; it just shows that you’re overbearing.

Remember The Golden Rule? Apply it to your dating life: Treat your mate like you want to be treated.

It’s not rocket science. It’s so simple, even a caveman could do it.

If you want your time and space respected, be sure to respect the time and space of your mate. And it goes both ways – your man should treat you just as well as he wants you to treat him. If not, move on.

Women may be from Venus (Williams) and men might be from (Bruno) Mars, but when it comes down to it, we’re not all that different. The same annoyances that bug us are the same things that bother you. Just remember that the next time you decide to text some poor guy for the 19th time from your friend’s cell phone.