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Dating is Dead


Dear Men of the New Millennium:

Do you all believe in DATES anymore? I mean something that doesn't consist of you going over to the chick's house...eating all her food...lying up on her couch...watching moves/Playstation and/or trying to get some? I feel you all have resigned courting to be old fashioned and a lost art.....shame on you all!


Signed,


A Women Who Won't Tolerate that Bull and Wants a REAL date....



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When talking to my various female friends, they are all saying the same thing. Men don’t DATE women...they don’t take them out....even when things they can do can be creative and low cost/free. I know we are in a recession...but that should never stop courting. Maybe men these days (who often times lack positive male role models) have no idea what it is to court or date a woman...we live in (as I stated before)a microwave society of instant gratification for the most part. Sistas...as much as they cry about how "independent" they want to be doted on...and appreciated sometimes. We don’t want to be sitting at home ALL the time.........


On the flipside...my male friends are saying that we as women tolerate this bull crap. We don’t put our foot down and say "Dude, take me somewhere!" and allow these man-boys to be up in our houses...eating all our food...and encouraging slack behavior in the dating department. Why is that? Do we just want to have a man around for the sake of penis' sake???


So is dating truly dead in the new millennium??

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  1. wrote a comment but it disappeared. Anyhow, I was stating that it is true the men dont want to date us because of this new-found independence and the fact that Neyo is backing it up by saying that we have our own is not helping much.

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