A quote from my father.
As any reader of this blog can tell, I love talking about guys. It's one of my favorite topics! But after this past weekend, it may be safe to say that I never want to talk about the subject again. I went to visit them for 4 days; and of the 96 hours we spent together, 90 were dedicated to discussing one particular guy.
All I can say is that my friend is delusional!!! Nothing else can explain their behavior. They've only been on a handful of dates and have completely ignored the facts:
- There is no relationship other than them texting him and initiating dates
- He has blatantly stated he doesn't want a committed relationship
- They've already slept together after about three dates (prior to defining what their relationship actually is)
- They're afraid to introduce him to friends because he tends to flirt with others
- He's slept with their friend (and may be sleeping around with said friend, or others, still!)
Oh no, none of this is a red flag... they prefer to read into and/or make up reasons why they're "meant to be." And instead of being excited (as any rational person would be with a prospect on the horizon) and then moving on with life, they dwell on him and bring him up at every turn and talk about him as if they're a couple and make plans for the future that include him without even consulting him first AND WON'T SHUT UP!!!
Everything reverted back to said guy! EVERYTHING... and the worst part: they used their minimal experience to one up me. As if to say that sleeping around with guys (aka Walking Red Flags) is something to be proud of. As if to say that I am not as mature, grown up, or cool as they are because I have no interest in dating.
Talk about cutting to the quick. They bluntly asked me if it bothers me that I don't date. Fuck yes it bothers me... Why the hell would you even ask that question? But I'm soooooo sorry that I have no interest in meeting random guys that I am not attracted to or playing make believe with potentials I've only just met. Excuse me for having life goals (of which they have none), such as developing a meaningful career, traveling the world, experiencing new things like Hawaiian canoeing or crossfit or emergency rescue. Of course I want to find a wonderful guy who fits me like a glove, who loves the outdoors and dogs and being silly, who keeps faith with God and realizes that I'm a unique and wonderful person... But I haven't yet, and I'm okay with that. I don't need to throw myself at every loser like they do in order to feel fulfilled. Am I lonely at times? Yes, duh! Am I desperate? Hell no...
The only reason to ask such a paltry question is to rub it in my face - assuming you rank dating at the top of your priorities - and to appear superior to me. They're not. And turning the list of discoveries they've made about "guys" (read here: men as lame and desperate as they are who have no ambition and are often druggies) into some sort of know-it-all check list is SO exasperating. It makes me want to ring their necks and shake them until I bang some sort of common sense into their piddly little brain: Defining yourself by the man you date is a desperate act of low self-esteem.............
And the only solace I have is to know that as I enjoy my life, learning to live a healthy and exciting existence; I will eventually meet a guy that is not only perfect for me, but way better than any reprobate they'll scrape off the cesspool they insist on fishing in!!!!!
And unlike them... I have both patience AND class.
