Life isn’t all peaches and cream, but it’s so much more fun talking about the good times. When we talk about happy times it just puts us in a good mood. At least that is how it works for me. If I talk about all the stuff that just isn’t going right in my life it really brings me down. And if there isn’t anything I can do about it then I see no point of talking about it and dwelling on it. Thus unless something is really bugging me I’d rather blog about the amazing parts of my life. By doing this it reminds me of how blessed I am and helps me from just sitting around and having a pity party for myself, because there is plenty I can complain about.
Just to show you that my life isn’t all peaches and cream I thought I’d share some of the lines men have fed me recently. For those men who are reading this, I share this with you as a public service as things not to say to women you are hoping to woo. And to those girls that want to date any of my discards go right ahead. Some girls get jealous if you date their ex's but not me. I'll even be happy to hook you two up.
Quotes from my weekend in Vegas:
Out of nowhere he tells me (in reference to an old facebook profile picture) “this isn’t my favorite picture of you. You have much better pictures.” Um, ok. My thought is why are you brining this up now? Since he brought it up I figured I would tell him the history behind it and why I posted it. I explained to him that everyone was posting Christmas pictures so I wanted to join in. In addition I had made a comment on my Facebook wall that I was taking my puppy home for Christmas so I wanted to show her off. Especially since few know I own a dog.
He goes on to say “you look like you just woke up in that picture. “ Why would anyone say that? I tell him that that the picture was taken Christmas Eve. You’d think he’d stop there, but he goes on.“You look like you just got up Christmas Morning and were opening presents. You have your retainer on.” He then proceeds to argue with me that I have my night guard on. I’m an adult for crying out loud. I know when the picture was taken and I know what I was wearing. After realizing that it was a loosing battle I quickly change the subject.
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“It’s like you are from another planet.” How do you respond to that comment? Beam me up Scotty? Or do you say, you must have read “Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus.” Would you like to discuss it? But, with the look in his eye, I played it safe and kept my mouth shut.
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“Just stop talking.” When I hear that and see that look in someone’s eye I don’t try explain myself or defend myself I instantly clam up. I am not a mind reader, but there are a few cues I have picked up on over the years and I know when it’s time to be clam up and walk away. I’m not one of those girls that will plead with you to talk about it. If you don’t want to talk things out then I will respect your wishes and will give you space. Sometimes all someone needs is space and time to regroup. That is what I hoped for this weekend, but apparently that was not the case. There is always a look a perpetrator makes before he strikes and I didn’t want to be the victim so I walked away. Far away.
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“You must be on drugs.” Um, what do you say to that? You are one to speak?
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Here are a couple more from 2 other charming men:
“You dress like you shop at K-Mart.” The sad thing is he really meant it as a compliment. I have no idea who he grew up around because I don’t know a soul that would take this as a compliment.
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“I’ve never known a women to own so many sweaters.” Ok, that wasn’t bad, but he kept bringing up that I wear lots of sweaters. We had discussions about it. It was like he was hoping if we discussed it I would wear something different. I don’t know if he noticed but, it’s winter and freezing cold. He’s a big guy so maybe he doesn’t get cold, but I’m extremely petite and I’m freezing all the time. I’m sorry, but I hate it when guys try to dress me. It’s a total turn off. I dated a guy once that bought me this fluffy fuzzy sweater because he wanted to cuddle me in it. The sweater wasn’t bad but how he presented it was a total turn off, he made me feel like Barbie. Sorry, guys, but I am not a toy. If I wanted to be a toy I would find me a Sugar Daddy.
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For all of the not so charming men out there I have found some real gems. I will always love the guy that invited me over and when I asked him if I needed to change, due to I was wearing my PJ’s, he said “Never.” His wife will be the luckiest woman in the world. He knows just what to say.
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