Of course men think some women are crazy. That’s because some of them are. Some men are douches. This is life. But justifying the crazy actions of women makes that particular man just as crazy. What do I mean? The story unfolds…
I was lamenting to a guy friend about my recent dating woes. I’m convinced that every girl needs one guy friend (not gay) who can shed some honest insight into the goings on inside the male brain. Us girls can make up tons of excuses as to why a guy did this or said that but let’s be real. As much as we think we do we have absolutely no idea. He made two very good points.
When we left off last time in the dramatic saga of the dating life of X, she had just been unceremoniously dumped by the Kid. Well, about 5 minutes after that stunner of a call, she decided to text Mystery Man.
Some background: I had met this guy over a year ago, we had a great date, then…nothing. 6 months later another date and an amazing kiss and again…nothing. What gives? Date three happened shortly before the Kid. Also great, also silence again. You’re thinking exactly what I did. Why keep going out with a guy who seems to show absolutely no continual interest. Answer: boredom. The dates were always great so why not get out and enjoy myself when he did materialize?
Just had a complete WTF moment. The guy I was dating for a little over a month calls to see if I was coming to happy hour tomorrow. We made plans, told him I’d see him tomorrow, and ended the call. Exactly two minutes later he called to dump me. Huh? Seriously that’s all I’ve got as a response. I think the biggest shock about the whole thing was that this was the guy who told me that he really saw this going somewhere.
The other night a friend of mine called and begged me to go to 88 Keys. She had a Groupon that was expiring and why not try a new place. Well, the two of us walking into the bar lowered the median age about 20 years. We looked at each other, shrugged, and laughed. Hey, free prosecco is still free prosecco, though our chances of returning are slim.
If you’ve been reading my stuff consistently, you may think that I have a penchant for dating douchebags. Well, you’re right, but it’s not by choice. I mean, I don’t seek out the douches of the world with grand hopes of changing them. Some of them are harder to spot than you’d think. There are more Bentley’s out there in the world than I’d like to admit. But there are times where I actually meet someone who doesn’t suck.
Lately in the mornings I’ve been watching the TODAY show as I drink coffee and morph from comatose to a person who can maybe kinda sorta function. A few days ago, I was still in the comatose stage when a commercial came on advertising the big nightly news story – Are your golf clubs counterfeit? Later, as I was coming to, throwing on my work clothes and questioning what I did before hair powder, that commercial popped in my mind. And so did Cal.
Note: Cal isn’t his real name. Cal is short for Callaway as in golf stuff. Ba-dum-bum.
Judging people is wrong. You can’t really know someone from a few conversations or events, which is especially true in dating. The only reason men and women work is a mutual feeling that is shared despite those weird things the other person does. It’s up to you to accept them or move on. But those first few conversations and dates are imperative. Men, I want to impart some valuable advice that may help. There is a fine line between being a cool guy that we want to hang out with and someone whose red flags are too much to overlook. We know you cannot be defined by one personality type, but here are a few that frankly scare the crap out of us.
A few months ago I joined the Cool Kids Club and finally purchased my very first Smart Phone. My previous phone, referred to fondly as the Model T, was laid to rest after the duct tape came off the battery cover one too many times.
With my old phone it took 10 minutes to write a text any longer than “ok”. And now, I use about 17 minutes and send about 1209741927 texts.
We all love texting. It’s fast, efficient, and doesn’t require actually talking. But in the world of dating, is that a good thing? Me thinks not so much.
By the time this gets published, we will be in the throes of the Royal Wedding. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you’ve been living under a rock for the past five months. Please tune to any one of the female targeted Cable stations immediately. Today all programming will be an ad nauseum recount of Kate and William’s wedding littered with Charles and Diana references and anything and everything royal. If you woke up before dawn to catch the nuptials, good for you. I was peacefully asleep. King Google will do well enough to catch a glimpse of the most important piece of news this week – what Kate wore. Much more important than the deadly tornadoes that ripped through the U.S.
