Dating, Relationships, And You. And That Other Girl. She Was Also Fairly Hot.
Lately I've been thinking about dating and relationships. The reason I like to do this is it gives me a chance to reflect on how much I know about those topics, which is A LOT. And that's a great feeling, to know that much. I almost hope the girl I'm dating sees this post, because then she can understand her purpose, and praise me for my bold views. Or she will break up with me. In this way she is very wishy-washy.
I'll begin with an example scenario from my dating past, which informs some of my current beliefs, or should I say, facts, on the subject. I remember the picture quite clearly: Our relationship on the ropes, and me with no other options outside of dangling my ex-girlfriend's cat over the side of her fifth floor balcony. She said (in a very mean way), "Quit dangling my cat off of there! Why are you doing that??!" Women are supposedly very intuitive, yet she didn't understand that hurting her cat was my last, desperate method of hurting her? Please, that's psychology 101. Or at least I assume it is. I tested out of that course, due to my advanced skills.
Another classic blunder women commit on the dating scene is instinctively blurting out the first thing that comes to their minds, like, "Don't leave inappropriate messages on my phone, and then follow me in your car, driving slowly behind me as I walk through the alley." This is a turn off, because don't try to control me. Nobody likes to be controlled. Also, "Don't leave innapropriate messages" doesn't mean anything to me, it just sounds like a corporate memo to nobody in particular. If you can prove, in a legal setting, that I left such a message, and a court reporter is there to document it, then sure, we can discuss that. Until then, I would try to get a new phone number, although I'll probably find that new number without much difficulty.
Indeed, though I am quite resourceful, I will admit there are still a few remaining questions which the ladies have failed to answer to the satisfaction of this reporter. These are puzzles which have stymied experts like me for the better part of 5,000 years. Basically, no one will ever solve them. So they sit in museums, unsolved. Here they are, not that you could ever solve one.
--What kind of a world is it where cat-calls are not a compliment? A dual-reality world where sincere public recognition of something good about someone, is suddenly not a compliment any more. That's what kind.
--What kind of a world is it, where your cat wakes you up in the morning, and you like it? You like it so much you even tell your friends about it. Giving your cat away to someone else if he wakes you up, sure, but liking it?
--What kind of world is it where you disapprove of your boyfriend wearing your skirt and running around the house with a girdle on his head? Ok, that one is understandable. That was my bad.
--What kind of world is it where a football highlight is supposedly less interesting than:
-The conversation you and I were having just now (whatever that was about)
-Your hopes and dreams
Thankfully, this last one is no longer a mystery. As I understand it, a majority of the research [I've done] [in my mind] indicates that a slow-motion football highlight, complimented by tasteful narration and appropriate musical accompaniment, is significantly more interesting than either of the above items. Well, that's a relief to finally have an answer on that. However, some might say that the greatest mystery of all is how someone of my caliber could still technically be "on the market."
I agree, that is an amazing mystery.
11 Comments:
so i can't tell if you're lying to us or to a girl... in one instance you state that there's a "girl" that you're "dating". later you wonder how you could still be "on the market".
unless there are different meanings to all the words that i have in quotes. and either way, i must go back to paraphrase a comment you left me once. here it is in its entirety (except for the part i left out...duh):
"i guess this means you're not going to be calling me up every day and telling me how much you love me? i for one, am not comfortable with this."
i concur.
let me explain. the federal government considers me to be single, and since i'm patriotic, i'm going to go along with it.
in truth, the ultimate status barometer is one's W-2 form. which is nice, because this form gives one the ability to simultaneously have a girlfriend and be single. it's like magic, but better.
i thought the only thing like magic only better was a lemon cupcake.
Two things here:
1) Enough with the cat references! The only thing you should be saying about cats is how much they annoy you. Is there anythign about this that isn't clear?
2) I had this dream the other night about getting married and I was going to the alter with no idea who the girl was. Turns out she wasn't so bad but I still I had my doubts about the whole thing to be honest.
Overall, your blog makes little sense to me. I'm still confused about what they really want.
PS: I am a little OCD about keeping things clean...does that help me?
cats cats cats cats. cats to the tenth power. if i talk about cats, it's because they're essential to the plot line i'm developing. have patience while it unfolds!
p.s. OCD is a disease, so as with most diseases, we place it under the "cons" column. maybe next you'll ask me if your horrible natural body odor is a plus or a minus. here, i'll save you some time, it's a minus.
cats to the tenth power makes me think of chan marshall.
do cats annoy you? does this annoyance run in your family?
what's the big deal with cats all of a sudden?? i don't even care about them, they are what they are, just like a rat or the devil. in fact, leave them alone, i'm starting to feel bad for them!
jk people, jk. but honestly, has no one considered that maybe cats shouldn't be around at all? no one ever thinks of it, because of the anti-defamation of cats organization that you guys started on my blog. but i challenge you to let your minds wander...
Q: what do you call 10,000 cats at the bottom of the ocean?
A: cats getting drowned, making me happy.
I kill me...
bryan -- someone should. [raspberry] to you!
(i thought i sent this before -- hopefully this won't show up twice now.)
Being a woman now, I can answer your questions for you.
1. Women secretly enjoy catcalls. They act all offended, but they actually like it. They just don't admit it.
2. Cats exude a mind control pheramone that clouds the common sense of most women and some men.
3. You're wrong here. Everything is more interesting than football.
Your superhero drawing is long done, btw. Your brother who is also my uncle has it.
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