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The Direct Approach



On my FB status one day .......I jokingly (well..with a half-truth) say:


Tee is wondering if the direct approach in dating can work.What if saying, "Look.. I'm 30. Been divorced. Got no time to waste.What the hayle you want??"would work? LMAO!



Now..this isn't to say on a first date..I'd just bust out with this stuff. BUT,...If I put my sh*t out there..and get down to the "crust" of a muthaf*cker (as Chris Rock says)...would a dude be able to handle it. Would I weed out the weak and feeble from the strong? Would I be able to see if a man is worth the time and effort? On FB..my friends were like "Uhm..it might work". One certain someone said..."Uhm...that ain't gonna work..try again". LMAO! Of course, he was a dude.........


What if, after a few dates (as in..more than 4....), I tell a dude..


"Look...I'm 30. I've been divorced. I know all the games. I dont want my time wasted nor do I want to waste yours. I have no kids but I want them. I want to get remarried and I don't date for "sport". I'm not trying to have a cut-buddy, an FWB, or a jump-off. I got debt but I'm working on it. My credit is not perfect by any means. Family means a lot to me. I want a Ph.D and need a dude to understand my time is precious. I'm 30. I want to be remarried and with a kid ................Yes I'm natural. No I'm not changing my hair. I am comfortable in my skin...can you handle this??"


That is just about the crust and crux of who I am (not toally..but...just the surface) Now..I think a poor dude would probably run for cover OR...he'd play the game till he THOUGHT he had a chance at the booty. I know that game. Read my lips. I KNOW that game........now whether I choose to play or not..is my own discretion. BUT...as I said before...I just don't want to waste my time.

So...does the direct approach work? Or just scare dudes off?

Thoughts?

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