Dating - fun or fearsome?
How red can a girl turn?
Pretty red – especially when the girl is a redhead, is sun burnt, and is sitting three tables away from the man she just started seeing (and slept with the night before).
Last night a group of us went out to a pub for drinks and laughs. All of a sudden Angela started shrinking in her seat. When we asked her what was wrong, she covered her face and nodded in a vague direction. It didn’t take us long to squeeze the info out of her. Eric and I, the rowdiest of the group, wasted no time in teasing her and playing all sorts of antics on her, pretending to get the boy’s attention in all sorts of ridiculous ways.
But what DO you do when the man you just started seeing is enjoying himself three tables away from you? Do you walk over and talk to him? Do you ignore him? Do you call him? Text him? Spit paper wads at him?
And then how do you act if you DO talk to him? Do you touch him? Do you act standoffish? Do you flirt? Do you pretend last night DIDN’T happen?
After what seemed like hours of merciless teasing, Arlene wisely advised Angela to ask the waitress to send him a drink of her behalf. Ah…we sat back and reveled in this amazing advice. So cool. So classy. So Sex-In-the-City suave.
The dating gods must have been with her because as it turned out, our waitress was dating the waiter of the other table. It took 3 seconds to figure out his drink of choice and within 10 minutes the boy was at our table introducing himself.
A dating game well played.
As I sat there watching this circus unravel before me, I thanked my lucky stars that I no longer had to swim the treacherous waters of dating politics. Applying makeup meticulously, worrying about the perfect outfit, staring at the phone, rehearsing your most flirtatious line…all that takes energy. Granted, it can be a lot of fun, and sometimes I miss those days. But as I am low maintenance and horribly lazy, I am grateful that I can come home to Jason with no makeup, fart under the sheets, laugh when he farts back, and still know that I am beautiful without condition in his eyes.
Pretty red – especially when the girl is a redhead, is sun burnt, and is sitting three tables away from the man she just started seeing (and slept with the night before).
Last night a group of us went out to a pub for drinks and laughs. All of a sudden Angela started shrinking in her seat. When we asked her what was wrong, she covered her face and nodded in a vague direction. It didn’t take us long to squeeze the info out of her. Eric and I, the rowdiest of the group, wasted no time in teasing her and playing all sorts of antics on her, pretending to get the boy’s attention in all sorts of ridiculous ways.
But what DO you do when the man you just started seeing is enjoying himself three tables away from you? Do you walk over and talk to him? Do you ignore him? Do you call him? Text him? Spit paper wads at him?
And then how do you act if you DO talk to him? Do you touch him? Do you act standoffish? Do you flirt? Do you pretend last night DIDN’T happen?
After what seemed like hours of merciless teasing, Arlene wisely advised Angela to ask the waitress to send him a drink of her behalf. Ah…we sat back and reveled in this amazing advice. So cool. So classy. So Sex-In-the-City suave.
The dating gods must have been with her because as it turned out, our waitress was dating the waiter of the other table. It took 3 seconds to figure out his drink of choice and within 10 minutes the boy was at our table introducing himself.
A dating game well played.
As I sat there watching this circus unravel before me, I thanked my lucky stars that I no longer had to swim the treacherous waters of dating politics. Applying makeup meticulously, worrying about the perfect outfit, staring at the phone, rehearsing your most flirtatious line…all that takes energy. Granted, it can be a lot of fun, and sometimes I miss those days. But as I am low maintenance and horribly lazy, I am grateful that I can come home to Jason with no makeup, fart under the sheets, laugh when he farts back, and still know that I am beautiful without condition in his eyes.
posted by The mini ninja at 12:13 PM
2 Comments:
Wait... she's dating him... she slept with him... but she wouldn't go over to his table and talk to him? Weird.
In my day, girls didn't buy guys drinks. This switch in gender roles is causing the morals of our society to decline. Next it will be okay for women to vote, drive, go shopping without a male chaperone. What is this world coming to????
Goood post btw! Lately its only been gay men who come onto me... go figure, old is sexy!
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