So I’ve mentioned quite a few stories about my best friend; the one I’ve been on every double date that has crashed and burned. She plunged into the dating world the same time I did, for reasons too dark to disclose here and moved to east coast with me (I have another best friend too whom I give a shout out to occasionally cause she is in a long-term, very happy relationship ;). My dating culprit is the blonde I refer too probably once a week, because she too, is in this twisted online dating world and her stories are just as relevant, yet incredibly different from mine. Not to mention, we live together... so that'll certainly come into play later. I don’t know if it’s because we attract different types of guys, we have different approaches, or the guys just act different with us but our encounters are night and day. She seeks out clean cut, military men chiseled and slightly arrogant, while I am more of a bearded, “sweet,” intellect type. We both swing and miss quite often (I’m not afraid to admit, hence having a dating blog in the first place). Her's almost always offer very little emotionally, offer very little date wise, and offer very little longevity wise. How does one offer very little date wise? Lack of creativity in the date, not putting forth any effort (practically abysmal), and almost being downright cheap about it. She has been asked on more than one occasion, “hey, do you mind if we split this?” Mr. Budlight
This is the mascot for guys she dates. He is watered down suave with a temperature that affects his overall demeanor. The guy who came over for a movie night (yes, this is the notorious Netflix and Chill) and brought a 12 pack. You're probably thinking, well at least he didn't consume all your alcohol and he brought a decent amount. Oh, not only did he partake in several mixed drinks of ours but when it was all said and done, he left that night WITH THE REMAINDER OF HIS BEER. Dude, really?! First of all, it's Budlight-- it's NOT that serious. Secondly, where is your couth? My mom drilled the standard into my sister’s and my mind as children that you never go to a person’s house and not bring something. This guy actually was worse off engaging in this Indian-giver act instead of just coming over empty handed. So THIS is what I mean by offering something very little date-wise. Mr. Just a Girl On My Arm So, to accurately make the comparison of “her type of guys” to “my type of guys," I'll share one of my comparable stories. This one is of the man who came over, ordered Chinese food for us AND my best friend. Things went well! The date was great and I was really feeling the potential of this one. Days later though, on a phone call, he spent 30 minutes "dumping me" and saying I was "the kind of girl anyone would want on their arm, but just not the girl for a relationship." I feel that that excuse is usually directed toward some foxy supermodel that has very little intellect or very little potential (for one reason or another deemed by the guy) for longevity. So, I was baffled he would say that about me because neither of those were true. He left me more confused than anything but, he didn't stop there... oh no. MONTHS later, he messaged my best friend saying, "Hey, I think we really hit it off and wanted to see if you wanted to go to a concert in a couple weeks." It's one thing to have a back-up but a whole 'nother world of stupidity to hit on her best friend she lives with. Frankly, I’ll probably never know why the guys we date are drastic yet both horrific. Oh the time that would be wasted pondering that thought. So, I'll ponder more of our bad dates and compare them as so. I'm sure as hell not the only girl out there having a rocky journey in this dating excursion! More to follow...... To Be Continued.
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