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Cant hide now!



 I don't know how long this has been around, but I accidentally stumbled on it; "Are we dating the same man" groups on Facebook.  

Hy.Ster.ICAL.  

What an absolutely FABULOUS idea!  These groups are serious about vetting who joins, are for women only and have a set of rules that are strictly followed or you get booted.  Anyway, the ones I'm in seem to be. 

 My rule is "if you put it on facebook, it will be found out" which is actually one of the warnings posted.  There will always be a risk that the man you post will find out you posted.  Its a risk many are willing to take.

The point of these groups, which are usually limited to certain cities or areas, is to alert other women of potential problem men and to basically catch them out if they are cheating or behaving badly.  It's freaking GENIOUS.  

I wonder if men have the same groups?  "This woman expected me to give out because she brought me to dinner"  or "I felt unsafe because she wouldn't let me out of the car" or "I keep finding men's products in her bathroom".......probably not.

It's not actually hysterical.  It's actually a bit disturbing when you read some of the experiences that woman are sharing about the same men.  It's a public service, and I love the comradery of the women supporting each other.

There is a little drama, but not too much, and usually caused by someone who doesn't want to accept that the man she is dating isn't who or what she thought he was.  Give it time.

I'm grateful not to have had to post.  I've never felt unsafe, or like a potential victim......in years.  But this would have been OUTSTANDING to review a few years back.  It's a wonderful and sad tool that women should use if they are part of the dating scene.

I haven't seen anyone I know, thank goodness.  I hope never TO see anyone I know.  I highly doubt I'll be posting ever considering my lack of dating.

Genius.  


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