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.