most couples would not recognize that they’re already in their dream relationship because they haven’t given thought to specifics of what that ideal looks like.

It’s not hard to spot the guys women can’t resist; they seem to take over a room with their presence and know how to woo women with nothing more than a glance. Read my version of 7 Types of Guys Women Can’t Resist

It’s not hard to spot the guys women can’t resist; they seem to take over a room with their presence and know how to woo women with nothing more than a glance. Read my version of 7 Types of Guys Women Can’t Resist

Men are not exclusively binary when it comes to lady parts. The stereotype is that we instantly drool over the fillings of bikini tops and bottoms. But the truth is, we love the whole package. It's like asking a fat kid whether he likes the cupcake frosting or the cake. Fat kid loves them both, in concert. Personally, I turn into a lustful zombie when I catch a woman with delicate fingers, or deep dimples.

Okay, it's mostly true that most men fall into two main categories: breasts or buttocks. Or to be more colloquial, men are either obsessed with a woman's ass or her boobs. It is a debate of near Socratic proportions, and many a can of beer has been cracked, consumed, and crushed while babbling about the supremacy of funbags over poop cutters.

But when it comes to the various parts of a woman, I'm a glutton. I love it all: hooters of all variety, apple bottoms of all volume. Fresh produce of every size. And that's not all. I've never understood why dudes are so militant about loving luscious orbs of glory over bouncy loaves of pants meat. It shouldn't be like a Catholic/Protestant or Jedi/Sith thing. I'll go on the record and state that I think most men are like me: we're happy with all of the physical components that make up a woman. We're especially happy when those physical components are amenable to our fingers, mouth, and various erotic probes.

Yes, men are shallow, but only initially. That we're "visual" is a famously dismissive canard - we are visual. But from an evolutionary standpoint, we're visual creatures because, you know, saber tooth tigers. Over millennia, our main way of avoiding getting eaten or trampled upon by wooly mammoths was by sight. Therefore, we developed a dependence on that particular sense, a stimuli that influences us to this day. No? How about Mother Nature, in all her unknowable grandeur, saw fit to make sure the human female was real purty?

But as for this fleshy divide between the honkers camp and the can clan, it is largely an intellectual exercise. I am both a boob and butt man. I am also a clavicle man. Those delicious bones that trace a line across a woman's chest? Holy Zeus. And shoulders? I think a woman showing off bare shoulders is hotter than one sporting cleavage. I love it when women with long tresses put their hair up, because a smooth, long, bitable neck is basically sex crack. Curvy hips that you can rest your hands on. Little ears perfect for nibbling. Or a mischievous smile that says things that can't be spoken in polite society. These are all parts of a woman that make my spine chatter like teeth. And while dudes are ruled by their eyes, we're even more influenced by touch. The peach fuzz that runs up the back of a woman's neck? Yes, please. The smoothness of a calf? Yes, more. Running your finger down her jaw line? Uh-huh.

Any man who would judge a woman based on one out of two criteria are rank amateurs who prefer two-dimensional images over flesh, blood, and warm, vodka-laced whispers in the back of cabs. Some guys talk about women the way they'd talk about cars they don't drive. From a distance, without the knowledge that a woman, sexually speaking, is many tiny miracles all working as one. Her peepers, bazookas, stems, and bubble bum are all gorgeous and amazing for their own reasons. Together, they're mind-blowing. So don't just assume, when we check you out in that way that we do when we think you think we're not looking but you know we are, that we're zeroing in on just a couple of quadrants. We're looking, and getting sweaty, about all of you. Especially that clavicle. Manohman.

Originaly Published at Loveawake blog

Photo by Nazar Strutynsky on Unsplash

Trust me ladies, we do some crazy things to sabotage any chance of developing a relationship with a guy. Here’s a list of things that you just shouldn’t do on a date.

Don’t talk too much gossip.

While we women love to chat about current news, celebrity headliners, or whatever catches our interest, be careful not to go on and on. Men just don’t care.

Don’t clam up.

Engage in a conversation! Use this opportunity to share things about yourself and find out more about him.

Don’t whine.

It may feel good to unwind and vent about all the things that went wrong in your day. But he’s your date, not your therapist.

Don’t wine!

Avoid drinking on your date. Giggling excessively or getting lost on the way to the restroom will certainly not make for a good first impression. Know your limit and stick to it.

Don’t talk about your ex.

A conversation may lead to a perfect opportunity to share a story about your ex. Button your lip! You probably will say something you’ll regret later.

Don’t bring up the m-word.

Don’t be talking marriage on the first date! Sheesh! Simply try to get to know him and see if you even like the guy enough to want to see him again.

Don’t be crazy cat lady.

While fluffy is too cute for words, limit discussion about your pets unless he is a pet lover too.

Don’t be a pushover!

Speak your mind. If he asks what you prefer, tell him.

Don’t NOT Offer To Pay.

Let the guy know you don’t expect him to pay. Show consideration. If he insists on paying, graciously accept.

Don’t cling!

You know what I am talking about. Nothing turns off a man faster than a desperate, clingy woman.
So that’s all I’ve come up with. Anything I missed?

The post "Checklist for Women: 10 Things Not To Do On A Date" appeared first on Loveawake Blog

A few years ago, I stumbled out of a tent camp into the heat of the South Asian jungle, wearing somebody else’s tuxedo jacket and the residual perfume of a gorgeous young stranger. Over the course of the preceding few days, I’d charmed this girl by being strangely confident, relaxed and laid back. Basically, I had become a better, bizarro version of myself.

How?

A passport stamp.

We become a little cooler when we travel. Our accent’s novel, our optimism endearing, our astonishment at the three different toilet buttons sincere (looking at you, Tokyo).

My dating history reads like the stage directions for a pornographic Vaudeville act with Alice Cooper’s pyrotechnic budget. Put me on foreign soil and suddenly I’m Fred Astaire. On roller blades.

How about an experiment. Let’s see what it is about going abroad that makes us better at meeting people. (Being lost? Being drunker? Being more likely to be gone forever by morning?) Then let’s just start doing that all the time. Essentially we’ll treat life like it’s one huge boozy, sexy vacation. You know what I’m getting at — let’s all act like Australians in a liberal American college town. Here’s how …

Home vs. Away
The first thing I’ve noticed is that what doesn’t work for you in your hometown can suddenly become an asset Somewhere Else. Have a dorky turtleneck, too-tight jeans, a mullet, a grating accent, an insatiable appetite for terrible music? There’s a city out there for you! (Düsseldorf.)

It’s like the Awkward Moment Generator I run here in America becomes the Where in New York Are You From? Machine abroad. Do not ask me why I can drunkenly crash a woman’s bicycle into a parked car in Amsterdam and hook up with her later, yet if you get four–Sierra Nevadas drunk on a blind date with a local girl, sometimes all you get is a follow-up email with “hey” in the subject line.

Hell, you don’t have to fly across an ocean to appear more sane — just leaving your city can do the trick. Have you ever been to New Orleans? I dare you to try coming off weird there. The point? I think we all need to start owning our eccentricities instead of feeling bad about them. I like to be slapped, I like to crash bicycles, I like telling women I’m ‘trouble’ — it’s all good!

Time’s Short When You’re Away
Why does this work? Here’s a theory: When you travel, you kind of act like you’ve only got the length of the trip left to live.

At home we meet someone and we plan sex like we’re stage managing “A Chorus Line.” Scene one: I get your number. Scene two: Cue the flirty texts, the phone calls. Cut to scene three: Our awkward date / fumbly, intoxicated hook-up. Scene four: a days-later email about how “It’s been a crazy week.” And, scene.

When you’re abroad? That Finnish dude is either coming back to your hotel that nightor you will never, ever see him again because you’ve got a bus to Chiang Mai to catch in the morning. That group of Argentinean girls is going to a late-night funk show at a hookah bar in Barcelona? Guess who hates funk and is going to a late-night funk show at a hookah bar in Barcelona?

On vacation, we drink and talk to strangers with wild abandon. Why then, at home, do my friends and I defend our bar stools and tables like we’re holding the Alamo? We should be sending Campari to that table of attractive girls because every Friday should be like being a little drunk in San Remo — and you may have just as meager a chance of ever meeting them again.

Look, let’s all carry our passports around and have sex in Red Roof Inns. I’m serious.

It’s All a Game
I think the other thing is that it all feels so much less serious when we’re traveling. Walking up to a 6-foot-tall Norwegian woman who’s drinking an unpronounceable beer and cackling in a language that sounds like it’s Auto-Tuned is patently absurd, so the fear is drained from it. It’s approaching someone who understands every word that comes out of your mouth that’s terrifying. The exotic has less power to hurt our feelings than the familiar. We need to transfer these feelings to our home bases. So just pretend that person you’re approaching in your local bar spells “neighbor” wrong and is still only on season three of “Lost,” and you’ll be fine.

Take me, for example. When at home, I find it necessary to pump myself up to approach a woman like I’m about to parachute into German-occupied France. It’s absurd!

We all just need to remember that just like when we’re abroad, it’s fun is to talk to strange people. I once met an adorable girl in a bar in London because I legitimately couldn’t figure out how to buy cigarettes. In America this would have been an obvious ploy, but in England it worked because those people’s cigarette dispensers are more confusing than the Enigma machine and they’re all drunks. The point is, instead of coming up with “reasons” for approaching people, let’s just relax and be normal.

Even at home, we’re really just on one prolonged trip that will end sooner than we’d like it to. So now when I meet a girl here, I’m going to see if we can treat the evening like we’re both just visiting. I’ll say something to her without thinking too hard about it, and maybe she’ll come over to my table to drink beers.

Technically, we’re all just visiting.

Source: https://blog.loveawake.com/2018/03/16/away-game/

Growing up, I lived in the city all my life, and went to a public school. This was a blessing, because it allowed me to be around and get to know people of different cultures and ethnicities. It’s also helped me realize that all women are beautiful, including and especially black women. This is not to take credit from other women’s beauty, but there are some great qualities that black women possess not only outside, but inside as well.

Let’s start with the outer beauty, since it’s the first thing men notice about a woman, and draws them in like a magnet.

The eyes are the window to a woman’s soul. Black women have these big, beautiful eyes that grab your attention and pull you in, like a fishing reel. Their eyes sparkle like stars. When I see this, my heart melts instantly. A lot of women will spend hours applying eyeliner and shadow to make their eyes look larger and more attractive in order to grab men’s attention. Black women don’t have to go through all this trouble.

Now let’s talk about the lips. Doesn’t it seem like a lot of black women have these nice, full, sexy lips that just make you want to walk up to them, gently grab them by the cheeks, and plant a soft, sensual kiss on them? I don’t know about other men, but it sure makes me want to. Women from many other cultures not only envy this, but go through all the trouble to duplicate the same look by applying lip liner and lipstick, hoping they can achieve the same effect. Again, black women don’t have to worry about having full, plump, kissable lips.

Let’s not forget the soft, glowing skin that black women have, either. While many women are out on the beach, going to tanning salons and applying spray-on tans with the hope of obtaining sun-kissed, glowing skin, black women, on the other hand, already naturally possess this. There’s no need for them to suffer painful sunburns, another thing they don’t get easily, in order to have healthy, attractive, glowing skin.

And there’s no way any man cannot notice the curvy, firm bodies that black women naturally have either. A lot of women complain that they can’t shape up their hips, thighs, and lift their butts. Black women already possess these sexy, attractive qualities…and if they hit the gym, WATCH OUT! Total chaos will break out. Men will be staring so hard they will be bumping into things. They won’t be able to think straight, and some will get so nervous they may even start to slur their words. I’ve seen many men from all cultures staring at attractive black women who are fit, even with their girlfriends standing right there.

As great as a black woman may look on the outside, there’s much more to her than just physical qualities. Many black women are just as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside.

Whenever I’ve talked to black women, it’s always been a very pleasant experience. They learn to appreciate the inner qualities of another person, especially if they are dating interracially, and they cherish the little things you do for them. They seem to be a lot more confident and outgoing on average than other women.

Maybe it’s due to knowing what they want and like, and not being afraid to go after it. I’m thinking that this may be the reason why more businesses are being started by black women than anybody else, and surprisingly succeeding even in a tough economy. If that’s not determination to get what you want, then I don’t know what you call it.

Yes, I am praising black women, because I truly do find them attractive and think that they deserve credit for being able to not only overcome all obstacles they face pertaining to dating, business, etc., but actually succeeding while many others would’ve given up and failed.

So yes, black women, take a bow, show a smile, and be proud of who you are and what you’ve accomplished.

This article was originally published on Loveawake.com dating site. Reprinted with permission from the author.

(The thoughts of a white man on how to cope with the stares interracial couples are commonly subjected to)

I really don’t notice when people are staring, because it doesn’t bother me that they do. They are the ones who have the deep emotional problems when they see me with you. If I let everybody who stared bother me, I’d be a nervous wreck.

People will find a way to judge you no matter what. Whenever you don’t do exactly what everybody else is doing or what they want you to do, they judge you. They think that their way is the only way, and anybody who doesn’t do what they want is wrong. If you only aim to please others, you will never be your own person and accomplish the things in life that you want to. Instead, you will accomplish what they want you to accomplish, and then who would you be?

Inside, I feel more complete than they do, because I’ve learned to see the inner beauty of other people instead of just a few characteristics of what they look like on the outside. Take everybody’s skin off, turn them all green, and how would you be able to tell where they came from or what ethnic background they have?

I feel that when I look at you, I see past all the outside physical features, and see within your soul. I see you for who you are instead of just what your hair looks like or skin color, or what you wear or how you talk.

The problem with most people is that they feel insecure about themselves. They get bothered by what others are doing because they don’t have the courage to try the same thing due to being too worried about what others will think of them. They don’t feel wanted, loved, or that they fit in, so they need validation from others. In order to feel like they are important, they need to fit in and be popular by doing what others want them to do. They dress a certain way, act a certain way, talk a certain way just to get people to like them.

Others find out that you aren’t affected by their nonsense and they realize that you are more advanced than them on an emotional and spiritual level. You are at peace with who you are and the world around you. Life is too short to be worrying about things that you can’t change such as people’s hatred, insecurities and emotional problems.

by Dan • Loveawake Member

In this entry, I will be addressing the argument that interracial relationships means “losing your culture” and clarifying the post title.

I’m going to state something that I took for granted would be obvious, but that certain Black people seem oblivious to: there is no "Black culture." There are many Black cultures, however. Aside from the U.S., there are large Black populations in African countries, the islands of the Caribbean, most if not all Latin and Central American countries, and a sizable one in the UK. Each country has its own culture. Actually, in the case of Africa, there are multiple cultures within each country. Pre-colonialism, there were probably far more cultures in Africa than on any other continent – and as each ethnic group, or “tribe,” was typically separated from the next by mountains, volcanic calderas, grasslands, savannas, rainforests, etc. that hindered intergroup communication – there was a greater amount of diversity between groups as well.
 
Therefore, it’s inaccurate to suggest that all people of the same color share the same or even a similar culture. Culture isn’t skin color; it’s a way of life: the language or dialects, arts, traditions, values, history that members of a society are indoctrinated into from birth.
 
Since there is no such thing as this generic “Black culture” that all Black people share, then it follows that there is no such thing as "Black identity," either. It is an illusion. "Black Identity" is a pattern of thinking and behaving that a small group of  people have decided that all people in the world who physically resemble them must adapt in order to be acceptable Black people.
 
According to these Blacker-than-thou individuals, they have the key to Blackness. Black people from every corner of the globe must forsake their own cultures and blindly follow them, adapting their mentalities and joining their movements in order to be “real” Black people. They know how a “real Black person” should wear our hair (you’ll find most Blacker-than-thou individuals are obsessed with, of all things, hair and hair movements, making it the number one way to determine whether you are a “real Black person”); clothes we should wear (that can mean Black-owned brands like FUBU, clothes that scream “Black power” – sometimes almost literally – or garbing yourself in kente cloth, depending on which Blacker-than-thou person you ask); the right music to listen to (“conscious rap” that forces the same generic Black culture on us and probably urges us to rise up against those with less pigmentation than ourselves); what to name ourselves; how to speak (apparently there’s an objective way to measure how “White” speech is); where to live (the ghetto is where “real” Black people live, and if you move out after becoming successful, you’ve betrayed the community by not putting money into it – though if you stay, by virtue of your success you risk yourself and your family becoming targets of robbers and burglars); that you shouldn’t be interested in getting a “White man’s degree” or in striving for success (that makes you “uppity” and a “sellout”; real Black people always stay oppressed so they can defiantly call themselves “strong” as they struggle to feed themselves and their children or to stay alive in filthy, crime-infested neighborhoods); where to travel (there are some places Black people “just don’t go”), what hobbies to have (there are just some things Black people “just don’t do”), who to help (if you’re Black and rich or famous, you’re a demon sellout if you haven’t given away all your money to help Black America – and in the exact way they think you should), who to trust and befriend (they should have the right amount of pigmentation and self-identify as “real Black people”), who not to fall in love and spend the rest of your life with (a real Black person should be mainly concerned with breeding babies of a particular color); how to raise our children and what to teach them; that we should all forge our identity around slavery and devote every waking moment of our lives to figuring out ways to conquer and avenge ourselves against those with the same skin color responsible – in between the time we spend analyzing what Black is, what it means to be Black, that is; and we should live in fear that anything unpleasant or against our sensibilities is part of a vast conspiracy by this particular group or maybe every other group in the world to destroy us or hold us down.
 
Judging by many Blacker-than-thou individuals I’ve observed, there’s often a paranoia that a deliberate mass tragedy targeting Black people may occur, and they feel helpless to stop it. Like most anxious people, they create rituals in order to deal with the anxiety. They convince themselves that if they and all other Black people closely follow this rigid system of Blackness, they will have a predictable, desirable outcome. Just think of anyone you’ve known who’s excessively controlling, i.e. an overprotective parent. That parent was filled with fear that some harm might befall you, so in order to ease their anxiety, they forbade you to do almost anything, constantly hovered, reminded you repeatedly of all the possible dangers of a given action. Having people micro-manage your life takes away your freedom to explore, to laugh, to learn, to love, to grow as a person. It turns you into a miserable, fearful person who has been reduced to a physical expression of someone else’s idea of “Blackness.” The rest – the ones who harm Black women with words and/or deeds, yet tell Black women that members of other groups are the real, the only, threat to you as a Black woman – are more like an abusive spouse: "In order to increase your dependence on him, an abusive partner will cut you off from the outside world. He may keep you from seeing family or friends, or even prevent you from going to work or school." Keeping you in isolation keeps you under the abuser’s control.
 
This “Black identity” is repressive and suffocating to me as a unique person who takes pride in my individuality. I am courageous enough to strike out my own path in life and don’t need the confirmation of Blacker-than-thou individuals to feel worthwhile. I do have a culture, however…I am of Caribbean heritage. All family and relatives I know of and most members of the church I grew up in were West Indians or the children of, I was raised eating dishes from my parents’ country, told their country’s stories and traditions. I am also American, as I was born here, and have adapted certain values, such as having a dream, believing I am responsible for my own destiny, and striving to get what I want out of life. That is to say, I have blended two cultures. My guy has blended even more, as he’s an American of French, English and Italian heritage. He jokingly calls himself a mongrel. We plan to blend cultures right from our wedding day (we’ve only exchanged vows, we haven

Recently, a saw one post on nairaland.com where commenter wrote that some parents may oppose interracial relationships due to a fear that their adult child will have it rough. There are no inherent obstacles to being with someone whose physical features don’t closely match your own. That means the “extra obstacles” people are referring to are those that may be caused by people the couple come in contact with who hold less enlightened views about relationships between people of different phenotypes.

First, I think in this day and age many areas of the U.S. and many other countries, it’s an exaggeration to say that it’s inevitable to experience serious problems from others over being in an interracial relationship. I haven’t found that to be the case, and I know many others in interracial relationships who would say the same.

Second, I’m aware that on virtually any topic one can think of, there are individuals out there in the world who may hold very ignorant views on it. I just choose not to allow such people or their views to contaminate my world. I refuse to permit the lowest common denominator in society (the unrepentantly ignorant) to influence my life decisions, including one as important as who I will spend the rest of my life with.
A relationship is between the two members of a couple. Therefore, it’s the couple that ultimately decides what will or won’t affect their relationship. What is a hurdle for a couple is usually only what one or both members of the couple choose(s) to allow to be a hurdle between them. If they both have the attitude that they’ll put their relationship or marriage first, stay together come what may, face issues and surmount them together, and so on, I find that the problems they do face seem small. Also, the process of successfully overcoming these obstacles together tends to strengthen the relationship and makes it even easier for the couple to triumph over future obstacles jointly.

My hubby’s parents actually told him growing up that he’d be completely disowned if he married interracially LOL. It’s funny, because I have trouble even picturing those words coming out of their mouths. His parents fell in love with me as soon as they met me, and embraced me as part of their family. I know it sounds too good to be true, but it really was almost that simple. After meeting me for the first time, my guy’s father has since spoken appreciatively to him about how sweet and soft-spoken I am. He says no one better bother me if they don’t want trouble with him (he’s very macho…LOL). Everything wasn’t completely smooth sailing, however. Around three years ago, when his mother fully grasped how serious our relationship was, she started to feel threatened. I can’t get into my business, but suffice it to say that it was clear that both jealousy and my color played a role in how she acted out. Yet my fiancé standing by me, and making it clear that I would always be a part of his life nipped the problem in the bud. Of course, his father’s adoration and support didn’t hurt. Things have gone back to the way they were before, with my mother-in-law being friendly, kind and supportive once again.

In my case it worked out, but I’m definitely not necessarily suggesting anyone follow my example and get involved with someone whose parents seemed to have serious issues with interracial dating. Ideally, that’s something you don’t want if you don’t want if you can avoid it. My guy didn’t tell me about his parents’ thoughts before we’d developed very strong feelings for each other. I think he may have assumed he’d abide by their warnings, but…he knew a good thing when he saw it and couldn’t pass it up.

Writing an appealing personal profile for online dating site is easier than it sounds even if you're not "a writer". Hope you learn more and enjoy the dating tips of Alex Wise of http://www.Loveawake.com. He has shared a few things to keep in mind as you're tapping out a description of yourself for potential online dates to peruse.

1. TURN OFF YOUR CAPS LOCK!
Typing in all-capital letters is irritating and hard to read. Some people will skip by caps-lock profiles completely.

2. Never, under any circumstance, say, "I'm new to this." or "This is my first time."
Really. Everyone says it; no one cares. It's just wasting your time and theirs and taking up some of your description space with, well, nothing.

3. Try to make smaller paragraphs.
This isn't always doable because of the formatting that happens inside the Online Dating sites themselves, but *if* you can make shorter paragraphs, your profile will be much more "readable".

4. Start with an outline / make a list
Write down a few ideas before you start of what you're going to cover as you describe yourself to other singles online.
- Love to cook. Make world's best scrambled eggs.
- Have a graduate degree in ancient civilizations.
- Love to listen to Eric Clapton.
- Enjoy hiking

5. Take a moment to talk about your hobbies or what you realllly love doing.
Do you love board games? Do you volunteer at a local youth center? Tell us!

6. Inject some adjectives and adverbs into your profile.
What sounds better: "My zest for life is driven by my love for animals--my two lively cats are constant companions."
-- or --
"I love animals. I have two cats. They are always around me."

7. Avoid cliches. Please. Really.
Everyone is tired of the bar scene. No one likes players. Everyone hates "playing games." Everyone has had a bad relationship, but not all men/women suck. Oh, and we know you're looking for Mr/Ms Right. Please don't club us over the head with it. (If I see another profile that has any of that stuff, I may actually hurl.)

8. Read others' profiles before you write.
If you're a woman seeking a man, read other women's profiles; if you're a man seeking a woman, read other men's profiles. You'll be amazed at how bad some profiles are. (You may also be inspired by how good other ones can be, too!)

9. Mix up your sentences.
Reading a profile where every sentence starts with "I" is about as exciting as watching grass grow. Look at the example above on adjectives and adverbs and bear that idea in mind as you type

10. If you're a strongly religously (or otherwise) centered person, say so!
There is no point in pursuing a relationship with someone who's going to be dramatically opposed to your moral viewpoints.

11. Last, and not least, post an *appropriate* picture.
A. Avoid pictures of you with another ex or another guy/girl--even if it's just your brother/sister. Few things are more unnerving to a potential online date than seeing a picture of someone they're interested in with someone that *could* be your ex. Eww. It's just yucky. Likewise, as much fun as it may have been, that picture of you in a daze at the frat party with five other guys is probably a bad idea, too.
B. Post a current picture. You're 30, your high school graduation picture may be wonderful, but that was over 10 years ago. Get over it. Get a new picture.
C. If you don't have children, posting a picture of you with a child is a bad idea. MANY people will immediately think you have a child even if it's only your next door neighbor's kid. It may be cute, but just don't do it.

Serial daters (AKA confirmed bachelors) can be fun, charming, witty, and sexy. These men usually have dynamic careers and an extensive social circle, and there are thousands upon thousands of them across the country. They are well educated and can show beautiful and intelligent women a great time on a date. But are they marriage material? Doubtful.

These men are fun to go out with, but are never going to get married (despite what they may argue). They say they are constantly dating a new woman because they say haven’t found the right one yet that “shares their values.” I’m sorry, but if you’re constantly dating in a city that is overflowing with awesome women and haven’t found one who “shares your values”, then we have a problem.

Here are seven signs from Alex Wise a featured publisher of http://loveawake.com dating site that you have a serial dater on your hands:

1. He’s over 45, professional, and never been married.
2. He claims he wants to settle down, but hasn’t been in a committed relationship for over 2 years.
3. After the first few dates, which were fantastic, he simply stops calling rather than formally breaking up.
4. He has no problem getting intimate under the sheets, but cannot achieve any psychological intimacy.
5. He is married to his job.
6. He’s up on trendy bars and restaurants, which means he may be looking for some arm candy to bring to a place that’s meant to see and be seen.
7. He’s content to spend weekends by himself or with his male buddies, instead of you.

So, why are these men so dedicated to the bachelor life? Because it’s all that they know! They’ve become accustomed to living alone the way that they want to live. Serial daters are perfectly content to date (and sleep with) a ton of women. Going out with them is a great way to hone your dating skills, but just don’t fall for one because you’re only setting yourself up for heartache.