When you’re trying to date over the age of 30, you really have to do it with significantly more style than “Hey baby, wanna come over to my place?” Ummmm, no, I don’t…. jack ass. You’re a grown damn man. I sort of expect you to maybe take me out to dinner and be able to hold up your end of an intelligent conversation. I expect you to have to dress to impress, shave, put on cologne, put gas in your car and at least TRY and pretend that you believe making a good impression on my is a prerequisite to getting me in the sack. Truth is…. it is. If I don’t think you are an adult with future partner potential, I’m not sleeping with you. Hell, I’m not even entertaining answering your calls or texts. It isn’t high school. I’m a grown woman with obligations and responsibilities and I have no time to be wasting time with players or morons. I don’t flip my hair and giggle and I don’t sleep with a man who I A) don’t know and B) have not had my interest piqued in. You pique my interest by letting me get to know you, telling me a little about your life, letting me find out who you are…. showing an interest in me outside of getting me in your bed. Capice?
Bottom line: Don’t be a jerk
So, until next time, remember “If you want a woman to be a tiger in your bed, first you’ve got to get into her head”