A grizzled, Gen-X writer gives some valuable ‘love advice’ to The GMP’s female readers.
Hey there. It’s me again, Simms Jr., the Guy With A Beer. Look, through my writings, digital correspondence, and…bars, I’ve talked to numerous women about the dating game. Mainly, love. And, I’ve told women there IS a way to find the man of your dreams, to settle down, to get married. Ladies, you wanna know what the secret is?
There IS no secret. No potion. No trick. Ladies, love just…happens.
That’s it. It just happens. Love happens when you make a hurried trip to the DMV, and you put your hair in a ponytail, and you threw on sweats. And the guy behind you melts because of your natural beauty. Love happens when you are in the grocery store, buying fruit, and a guy asks you questions about kiwi fruit. And he falls for you because you were the first woman he’s met in years who had an intelligent, strong opinion on any subject. Love happens when-we-aren’t-looking.
I get it. Women finding a husband (or a boyfriend) is something women are conditioned to do (that’s for another column). Marriage for most women is the endgame. But, ladies. You can’t plan to fall in love. You can’t scheme for it. You can’t schedule for love. The cosmos doesn’t work that way.
The one thing you can do (I’ll expand on this topic in a future column), is to totally be yourself. That’s what you want a man to fall in love with, ultimately. If you are witty and sarcastic, be witty and sarcastic. If you are bright and earthy, be that. The worst thing that you can do is to twist your looks, personality, and overall DNA to please a man and make him fall in love with you. The man of your dreams, he’ll love your quirky humor and your love handles.
Ladies, just… live.
See you next column, and after the next beer.
Originally appeared at Examiner.com