Men and Their Obvious Stupidity

Men.

Do I need to say much more? Yeah, I’ve been called a “man-hater”.  Honestly though, that’s not what it’s about.

I just get a big laugh out of them because their so contradictory of themselves. They love it when women show their skin, show off their breasts, their legs, what have you. But once you have become their girlfriend, they don’t want that all to be shown in public. It’s only meant for them.

News flash, guys: we dress the way we dress for ourselves, not you. Grant it, there are women out there who go a little overboard because they’re starving for attention and affection, but most of us know what crosses the line.

However, it seems here in West Virginia there are more whorishly-looking women than there are sexy.  But that’s beside the point.

Men strive for our attention during the wooing phase.  Take for example this situation that came up a few weeks ago:

Due to my move, I’m selling some things that I don’t necessarily need or use anymore.  I sold my big-screen TV since I hardly ever used it once I got my flat-screen.  Some kid bought it off me that was 20 years old.  Of course, I notice when he first sees me that he does a double-take (honestly, who wouldn’t when looking at this sexy goddess that I am HAHA).  No big deal.  But of course since he bought the TV from me, he has my phone number.

Cue the “wooing”.

Now begins my reception of text message after text message saying how he dated women of my age when he was 18 (who cares?) and how he doesn’t understand how I haven’t been “wifed” up yet (ummm, do you know me?).  He obviously didn’t get a good look at my left hand because regardless of the fact of being married or not, I always wear TWO wedding bands on my left hand.  One was my father’s and the other is leftovers from my failed marriage (hey, don’t judge; to me it’s just a ring now).  I always appear to be taken because I don’t want this–having falsified, ass-kissing words thrown my direction.

I’m not exactly the “romantic” type.  I don’t like to receive flowers all the time; I don’t like PDA and I most certainly hate all that kissy-face, schmoopy talk some couples have *silently voms into her purse*.

To sweep me off my feet?  Take me to a hockey or soccer game.  Take me out into the woods and make sweet love to me.  Tell me I’m beautiful, then proceed to take me out with your friends and show me off by allowing my vain side to come out.  That’s right.  I’m the Type-A, strong, independent woman! 

I am not submissive.  I will not cater to your every whim, but I do know how to take care of you. 

So sweet-talking me will get you no where.  And also?  Just remember that I’m always looking out for numero uno.  Screw me over, I’ll screw you right back.

 

(And no, this is in no reference to my personal life!  I am just tired of seeing my friends get their hearts stomped over again and again because they make stupid decisions when it comes to guys)

 

Oh, and YOU GUYS. YOU GUYS.  My lovely lady friend, NTKOG, is giving away a friggin’ 8GB RED (*ahem* my totally FAV color, EVER) iPod nano.  So scootch your little crotches over there and check her out!!!!

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