It always
seems pathetic when a date is too clingy. And the more they cling, the more you
repel is how it goes, right? My boy recently received an email from a
stalker-type date. She wanted to know, “Where were you? Did you go to soccer
practice? Why don’t we spend more time together? Don’t you love me?”
That kind of
dating micromanagement irks even the calmest of daters. Why don’t you just
plant a GPS in my armpit, while I’m sleeping? Then I won’t have to answer your
nuisance questions about my whereabouts, and you can entertain yourself
following me around.
And what do
you want to bet that relationship will be over in a blink. Checkmate, date.
