I’m a man in my mid 30s, and I just started dating after the end of a five-year relationship. The last three dates I’ve had have been with women in Terminator-style, search-and-be- impregnated missions: “Has job…. Does not live at home…. Full head of hair…. MATCH! MATCH! MATCH!” For these women, a successful date isn’t “Gee, I kind of like you, let’s hang out, get to know each other, and maybe have sex.” It’s more like, “Okay, you’ll do; let’s buy a house and have kids, NOW.” I’m not interested in being anyone’s sperm donor at the moment. Nothing kills romance faster than reproductive desperation. Don’t these dolls get it?
Not Your Phat Daddy
Whether you realize it or not, NYPD, those desperate dolls were doing you a favor. By letting you know they were on marry-and- mate missions, these women tipped you off, and you were able to flee before things got serious. Some women...