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What this world need more of is mature men. Men who can speak to women honestly. I understand that everyone has insecurities. I know that they sometimes work against you.  If you are dating someone though, you need for them to be able to talk to you. If they can't talk to you, and if you don't understand each other, life is a constant struggle with them. Having a relationship will be nearly impossible.

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