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The “I Don’t Like to Make Plans” Man


Talk to enough men over a few years, and you start noticing patterns.
Write about it—and you remember it better.

One of my personal favorites?
"I don’t like to make plans."

My new response:
"That’s unfortunate."
Simple. Direct. And I leave it there.
Do with it what you will.

Recently, one man tossed that line my way.
I responded, and he went off the deep end.
(Okay, maybe it was when I said, “Men who can’t make plans usually have a woman.” Because let’s be real—it’s dead-on true.)

Oh, he did not like that.

Ask me if I care.

Suddenly, he offers:
“Fine. Tomorrow night.”
Oh wow, how romantic.
Ladies—does anyone want to be asked out like that?
Ew.

So I told him:
“Too bad. I already have plans.”

Then he says,
“Well, now it’s up to you to make the plans.”
LOL.

Ohhhh, buddy. Please.

I do not know you.
I do not care if I meet you.
If you want to go out with me—figure it out. Or be gone.

I’m not desperate. I’m not bored.
And I’m certainly not interested in the bottom of the barrel.
No, thank you.

Here’s the thing about being happy single:
Bad behavior from men isn’t an invitation to teach them better.
It’s a turn off.
It’s boring.
It’s beneath me.

And let’s be honest—if this is your best foot forward, on a first meet?
It doesn’t get better from here.
Gross.

I can’t believe I ever wasted energy trying to prove to a man that I’m valuable.
But I needed to go through all of it to get to where I am now.

I know my value.
And let me be clear—
It is not between my legs.

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