Dear Flirtatious Guys,
You’re just a friendly dude. I get it, I really do. You’re probably the friendliest friend around. Flashing those pearly whites accessorized by devastating dimples, who wouldn’t want to be your friend? Listen, I don’t want to cramp your style – but we need to talk.
It seems to me that you’ve made a habit out of confusing all the single ladies. Just yesterday, you gave that one girl a quick wink and arm squeeze, then slipped behind another at the crosswalk to tickle her sides. “O, stop it!” she giggled.
Yes, please stop it.
I hate to tell you this, but not every gal gets the joke.
You’ve left a string of heartbreaks in your wake. Not crushingly devastating ones, but breaks requiring a few bandages for sure.
Have you mopped up tears at 1am in a dorm room? Or bought pints of ice cream with the last of your pay check? You’re the reason we have those articles in Cosmo and Teen Vogue. You know, the ones with titles like “How To Tell If He Really Likes You” and “Flirting or Interested?”
Here’s an idea. Why don’t you just tell her that you’re interested? I’ll even give you a script.
“Hey, [NAME], since I’ve gotten to know you, I think you’re really unique. You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever met! You’re [ADJECTIVE], [ADJECTIVE], and [ADJECTIVE]. I love the way you [INSERT CHARACTER COMPLIMENT]. I really want to get to know you even more. Do you think we could see where this thing goes? [SMILE]”
See how wonderfully simple that was? Sure it will take work treating all women with an equal level of respect, and it will take work intentionally getting to know just one of those women if you think there’s a spark, but I promise the results will be worth it.
And don’t worry about us girls. We’ll be fine. I didn’t write this letter because the female gender needs your sympathy, I wrote this letter because we just need you to stop being silly.
Mommy-to-Be of a Little Girl