So, there was this New York Times article called “The End of Courtship” and I hated it.
The entire article essentially says due to today’s texting/Facebooking culture, 20 and 30 something year old single women need to get friggin’ used to the fact that dudes will not give two f*cks about them and they need to just adjust their expectations when it comes to showing interest and being there and what not.
I rebuke (Yes, rebuke!) all of that!. Every ounce of it. Listen ladies, you will get what you tolerate. Point blank. I don’t care if you’re 25 or 35. That’s real talk. The thing is though, at 35 you are MUCH more confident in telling a dude “No” who clearly shows the signs of being not worth a quarter. At 25, you might give said 10 cents dude a chance because he’s cute/generously endowed/funny/sexy/whatever. For real grown women do not have time to waste on pretty clowns.
I am a firm believer that we all have several “ones.” There are numerous people we could rock with on that forever type vibe, but it is dependent upon timing, circumstance and all that good stuff.
Don’t let these people lead you astray. Be the best you, have fun, get out there (risk of getting hurt is necessary) and again…have fun. Very rarely do old people talk about regrets of things they’ve done. They regret things they haven’t done.
I pledge to leave no regrets.