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Open Letter #1


Dear Men of the Universe:

Please retire the following tired, played-out, lame line...

"You deserve so much better...I mean...you are just too good for me"


Signed,

Women who aren't dumb and can see through your facade and bullsh*t!




If I hear one more dude tell me that, Imma scream........

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  1. Forgive us as men, Mocha.

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  2. This is interesting because as a woman who has heard this on more than one occasion I can't also help but see the effectiveness of it from the male side of things.

    So much about the male in male/female relationships is about them getting off the hook with the female. They never want to get caught/stuck in an uncomfortable conversation/be confronted for something stupid they did.

    So in comes a guy who can't really explain to a woman who has everything going for her why he just isn't that into her. What does he say to avoid conflict and find an "out?" Sure, he could tell the truth but that would require a level of maturity he hasn't stumbled upon yet.

    In comes the cliche quote that is a surefire way to get the female to get off his back and get the message without him having to delve too much into his character flaws.

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  3. Yes, that's one of the lamest lines in the book. lol

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  4. @Don.....never.

    @MysticTrini...you have spoken the absolute TRUTH!

    @Yakini.... isn't it? You would think evolution of language and cognitive thinking would have men with a new line to "brush you da fuck off". LMAO!

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  5. @ MochaPeach: brothers need good sistas. Where would we be without our women?

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