I wrote most of the following post rant after the last of several crappy condescending and chauvinistic incidents in the three preceding weeks. Feel free to skip it. The quoted portion is what I wrote last week. I’ve since calmed down a bit and am now feeling slightly less jaded. I explain why at the end.
I alluded to this in my previous post and on my Facebook page. And a dozen times in my Match.com dating disasters.
<rant on> Recent events in Texas have reminded me of my pet peeve of too many superficial compliments, but few to none, nada, zip, zilch about anything substantial.
Am I really just a piece of pretty fluff?
In my previous post, I mentioned how much chauvinism and blatant objectification there is of women in the south. If I sound a bit, well, annoyed, you’re right. I’ve pretty much had my fill of it lately.
I’ve mentioned before how polite Texans are as a whole, but there is a dichotomy to their manners, at least those of some of the men. On one hand most are very polite, calling you ‘ma’am’, holding the door, insisting on paying for everything. But on the other hand some of those same men will just as quickly treat you like an object, or as if you are “less than” for being a woman.
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That’s me… busier than a cat trying to cover up crap on a marble floor.
The squirrel video is posted (or will be as soon as it uploads to my YouTube channel, which is currently happening at a snail’s pace), but I wanted to update you all on items from the last post.
Sorry, there have not been any more people doing the nasty in the park wearing nothing but boots. This post is mostly fluff and random updates to keep us all occupied while I wait for the squirrel video to load.
Kitties, kitties, and more kitties
I did not get the kitty I mentioned before. She was sick every time I went to see her and/or adopt her. While the ailments are things that will eventually go away with treatment (worms, skin fungus, the sniffles, kitty acne), she’s just not being medicated or watched closely so as to take care of those issues in a timely manner. Even when brought to someone’s attention, issues have gone unmedicated. And as much as I wanted to save her – or any kitty – from that, I just can’t take care of a sick cat again for a long time. So I’ve opted not to get one at all for a while. (Sadly, none of the cats at this local shelter are fairing any better. Cross-contamination runs rampant among the rescued kitties. It’s terribly sad. I’ve considered reporting them, but then what would happen to the kitties when the facility is shut down? I fear they’d . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Busier than a cat trying to cover up crap on a marble floor.
A while back I wrote Ten Things: Ten Reasons Dating Sucks.
Because of my mixed feelings about dating vs. remaining single, I now have ten more reasons dating sucks. And because I’m apparently a glutton for punishment.
I’m on the “Single” side right now. Rather wary of the opposite sex at the moment.
MamaSteph, in her article Men… Ugh…, put it better than I ever could have…
I am not at all a stupid person, in fact, I like to think of myself as rather smart, but on occasion I do some very stupid things, most of which involve men. I love men, everything about them, wide shoulders, hairy chests, deep voices, big hands, the way they smell… anyway, where was I? Oh yes, for a relatively smart girl I have made some bad choices in men, bad choices, like if stupidity was a crime I would be a lifer with no parole. If I walk into a room with 100 men the ones who hone in on me first are the most unstable, I will then pick the worst one of them to date, it’s a character flaw.
I feel a kindred spirit to this woman, a complete stranger. But she knows me and I know her. Like her, I, too, am not desperate for a relationship, I am single by choice. However, I would welcome the opportunity to share my life and adventures with the right man. Emphasis on RIGHT.
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Yes, I did. I joined Match.com. Again.
I’m not well. I blame the cold medicine that got me to join the Booty Camp to which I’m now addicted. Those two things are related. No, I don’t know how.
It’s been about seven years and I’d forgotten about this part: I’ve got more Match.com emails and winks than I can respond to. There are many sweet guys on there who’ve written me. It’s really nice. And about time I got some interested attention from an emotionally available man. At least I think they’re emotionally available.
I know it’s only because I’m the “fresh meat” on the market that I’m getting all this attention and it will level out soon, but Holy Horny Ones Batman! I feel such pressure to respond.
Thank you to those of you who suggested I email that guy who caught my eye. He’s already responded FOUR times to my one. I think he likes me. Or he’s desperate. Huh.
Some of you, ok ONE of you, expressed an interest in the details of my profile. (The rest of you are under no obligation to keep reading.) Here’s a snippet…
I’m on cold medicine in this picture.
(I couldn’t decide on an opening line, so I chose both. I’m like that with restaurant menus, too.)
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That’s the rule. There is only room for one special needs person in a relationship. In case you haven’t been here long, I’m it.
Uhh, I sure hope my matches are better than this. Now I’m scared. What was I thinking? Why am I doing this again? Oh yeah, to find a pigeon. Crap.
For all the self-help books I’ve read, group quasi-therapy, and blogging, apparently it’s still me.
I’m considering joining Match.com again and thought I should probably add to my dating profile a statement that aptly describes me. I suspect I might have tendencies towards childishness, emotional sensitivity, or grandiose behavior.
Well, DUH. I blog, don’t I?
I think that alone proves I’m probably emotionally sensitive.
Or could blogging make one emotionally sensitive?
Chicken. Egg. Don’t much care which came first.
So then, what does all this mean? It means I’m the special needs person in a relationship.
Also, this precludes attendance by anyone fitting the following descriptions. Do not reply to my ad if you can be described as:
The emotionally unavailable: Serial daters, those looking for a quick hookup, men half my age. Enough said. Those trying to reclaim their misspent youth with a motorcycle. I do love a good Harley, but seriously? We’re not a match; I want to live. On second thought, Harleys are awfully hot. I might make an exception. Again. Crap. If you don’t share this story, zombies will get you. (Just a . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Relationship Rules: I’m The Special Needs Person In A Relationship
For Ten Things Tuesday, a Dating Rant…
Another reason not to date – the broken heart.
Ten Reasons Dating Sucks
A.k.a. Ten Reasons Not to Divorce, which could lead to dating. Just like smoking, dating can be dangerous for your health.
If you’re single, you’ve probably experienced many of these yourself. I would love to hear your stories in the comments. Considering divorce? Well, here’s what life would be like once you were ready to date again…
1. People are weird. That’s it. Myself included. After a certain age, the shallow end of the gene pool is what’s left.
2. And unless you’re still young and innocent, you’ve probably become choosy, not unlike myself. When I was 20, I didn’t know what I liked or wanted in a significant other, but thought I did. Now I’m XX older, and know exactly what I like and want in a significant other. When they say ‘Ignorance is bliss’, they aren’t kidding. The hard part is knowing.
3. This could happen to you: I seem to attract either married/separated men or those with severe head injuries. I wish I was kidding. As an ex-P.I., I’ve learned to run background checks on potential partners. There are some scary-ass criminals on Match.com, and they always seemed to find my profile. I think it’s my superpower, which is also my kryptonite: My blond hair. It attracts all kinds.
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For Ten Things Tuesday… You get a Ten Things Bonus Round!
What’s a gal to do?
Ten Things I Like About Being Single
1. My stuff is always where I left it. Unless the cat moves it or eats it. Very rare.
2. The cat doesn’t much care how the house looks. Probably why she’s still here.
3. No one asks me where I’m going or what I’m doing.
4. I don’t have to “check in” with anyone. Well, ‘cept maybe the cat.
5. I can take a vacation to anywhere I want, anytime I want.
6. I don’t worry about how well someone is or isn’t taking care of themselves. (This is kind of a biggie with me, being a moderate health nut and codependent and all.)
7. Meals are easy: Eaten while standing at the counter where it was just made, or in front of the tv or computer. Also means fewer dishes to wash.
8. The remote is mine, all MINE. I watch whatever I want on TV, whenever I want, every. time.
9. Never worrying about what I am or am not wearing to bed.
10. The wonderful, beautiful peace and quiet. This is priceless.
Ten Things I Don’t Like About Being Single
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