I'm thankful for many things in my life. I'm thankful for my family and all of the great people that I know or have recently met. Additionally, sometimes while I'm checking blogs I look down and then look back up again and thank God in Heaven that I don't have a vagina and I'm not looking for love through an online dating service.
In that regard, local blogger Faith lets some a-hole have it in this open letter to a bad date.
Then she posts his response which is actually quite good. Probably more interesting than their date.
Clearly, Faith has a great head on her shoulders (and none of this screed is directed toward her) but this exchange is somewhat reminiscent of the plight faced by so many single girls. (Notice I didn't say women)
When I see girls waiting in the club, bar or shopping mall for Mr. Right I just want to grab them by their halter tops and say "Girl, please stop waiting around for some dumbass guy to make you happy!"
Then, I imagine that I would dig their heel out of my balls, look up from the floor and say: "Accomplish your own goals. Be your own person with your own direction. And if someone comes along to share it with you great, and if not then you've done the best for yourself ON YOUR OWN . . . Don't look for a guy, dog, cat, car or anything that's not powered by AA batteries to make you happy. Looking for love is the worst way to find it."
But, because I value my testicles I never act on this urge to tell the truth to idealistic and overdressed skanks in Westport or around town. I simply smile, steal a glance of their cleavage and move out of the way as other men approach with lies and misleading promises of fulfillment.
In that regard, local blogger Faith lets some a-hole have it in this open letter to a bad date.
Then she posts his response which is actually quite good. Probably more interesting than their date.
Clearly, Faith has a great head on her shoulders (and none of this screed is directed toward her) but this exchange is somewhat reminiscent of the plight faced by so many single girls. (Notice I didn't say women)
When I see girls waiting in the club, bar or shopping mall for Mr. Right I just want to grab them by their halter tops and say "Girl, please stop waiting around for some dumbass guy to make you happy!"
Then, I imagine that I would dig their heel out of my balls, look up from the floor and say: "Accomplish your own goals. Be your own person with your own direction. And if someone comes along to share it with you great, and if not then you've done the best for yourself ON YOUR OWN . . . Don't look for a guy, dog, cat, car or anything that's not powered by AA batteries to make you happy. Looking for love is the worst way to find it."
But, because I value my testicles I never act on this urge to tell the truth to idealistic and overdressed skanks in Westport or around town. I simply smile, steal a glance of their cleavage and move out of the way as other men approach with lies and misleading promises of fulfillment.
My grandmother always tells me there are worse things in life than being alone. This is coming from a woman who was married 4 or 5 times....
ReplyDeleteYou know what, Tony? His response was very civilized. In fact, all of his e-mails, and all of the phone conversations we had before we met, lead me to believe he was a very civilized, sweet guy. Which just isn't fair, dammit...
ReplyDeleteI'm not responding to your post in a defensive way because I feel attacked. No worries there. :) But really, dating (IMO) is much more than just girls or guys looking for the love of their life. Some people (maybe even those halter-topped girls you see while you're out and about) are looking to just be social, or to have a meal/drink with a person, or maybe even to just find a new fuck-buddy that they can rely on for a month or two. Sometimes it works out, and sometimes it doesn't. Take me, for example. You KNOW I have a good head on my shoulders, and that I am definitely my own woman, and I'm not afraid to shout it from the hilltops. But that isn't to say that I'm going to turn down an invitation to go have a glass of wine with an attractive man I meet, or to get together with someone after work some night to see if we're compatible outside of the internet/phone line. I'm even willing to go dutch, if it's what we agree upon prior to meeting up. I'm cool like that!
But I do think that one has to put oneself out there in order to meet up with anyone. And whether that's through the internet, or through dressing like a skank, or just wandering up to someone in your favorite section of the bookstore, it's all relative. Because I constantly hear the whole "you'll never find love while you're looking for it" bit, and I have to say that it'll never find YOU if you're always holed up in your house, not going out and giving it a chance to bite you on the ass. I've heard stories from both sides of the spectrum, so I just keep doing what makes me happy.