Boy oh' Boy

Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Boy oh’ Boy Category: Romance and Relationships

Chivalry ... What a concept! Please note that what you are about to read isn't based off of one incident or one person. I just felt the urge to blog about it because I had dinner tonight with a girlfriend and we spent most of that time recounting our dating woes and laughing hysterically (one of those good laughs where your stomach hurts, your eyes are watering, and you can barely breathe).

I guess I'll just cover a few things. What happened to the GUY pursuing the girl? Picking her up, making the plans, etc ... I mean seriously ... what happened? Now before you go off on a tangent about "women want to be treated equally so why should guys have to be the one to blah blah blah blah" let me just say ... SPARE ME. I actually had a guy tell me that I was lucky that he was giving ME the opportunity to go to HIS house because there were many girls who would love to be in my shoes (I'm dead serious). He saw NOTHING wrong with this mentality. When I didn't reciprocate his affections after multiple comments of this sort ... he was truly convinced that I was just an "ice princess" (his words, not mine). Note to men ... we don't need to know that you have a line-up of women waiting in the wings - but thanks. Please also note that women are capable of having a much longer line-up. We simply don't feel the need to shove it down your throat (most of us anyway ... unless you are being given a fair warning). We will silently let you dig your own grave with us and then step over you to get the next man in line.

More of my dating gripes ...

Don't litter (you can think this is dumb all you want ... but this is MY blog). Don't look at me like I'm an alien when you find out that I don't drink and I don't eat meat. Don't have this fantasy that you're going to convince me to eat meat again. I cannot tell you how many guys have made that comment to me. And while we're on the topic ... save the jokes about your sausage. If you seriously would make that remark to me and expect me to laugh when I hardly know you OR your sausage ... you can guarantee that will be OFF my list of things to "eat". Fight the urge to tell me how I'm missing out on all of these great foods. I used to eat meat ... I know what I'm "missing" ... and if I missed it that much I'd eat it. Simple as that. Moving on ...

Don't say you're "not like the other guys" only interested in one thing and then proceed to act like you have Saturday Night Fever going on in your pants every chance you get. There's this nice place called South Beach where I'm quite certain you can pick up chicks that would be more than happy to join the party in your pants. Chew with your mouth closed. Don't get upset that you call me to make plans for that night but I'm already busy. If it was that important to you then you should have asked sooner. Don't start off your pick up like with "let me holla' atcha ma"

I guess that about covers the basics.