The scene:
I meet a girl that I am moderately attracted to. She’s nice - a little clingy - but overall, a nice girl. I told her upfront that I was not interested in dating anyone seriously right now; that I was dating around and sort of getting to know a few girls. (No, I wasn’t sleeping with them - but yes, I did mess around with some of them.)
Now, before you get up at arms about dating more than one person at a time, let me say this: I told anyone I dated that I was not exclusive and was seeing more than one person. I wanted each to know the situation before they entered it and that gave them each the opportunity to make an informed decision knowing what might affect them. I figured that at least this much was fair and deserved and I would want to know, as well. I just was not at a point where I wanted to get serious about anyone.
So this chick - we’ll call her Andrea - I hung out with Andrea and we messed around a little (did I mention I love boobs?). I’m thinking that everything is going well. Then one evening, after about a week or two of seeing each other every so often, we’re at her place and she pushes me back against the couch and whispers/hisses at me that she wants to be my personal whore. YIKES, I’m thinking…this girl is coming on strong. Well, we mess around some more and she tells me that she wants me to date her and her alone. (Apparently, the bid to be my personal whore was supposed to make me see the light…). I told her that I didn’t want that. She accepted it. So I thought. She pretended like she wasn’t bothered.
THEN…she started to act very, very odd. All of this I understand - being turned down, etc, is hard. But this was the clencher. She started e-mailing me things like, “If you don’t want to be my friend anymore, I understand. I don’t want to hold anyone back from finding true happiness.” Geeze, I sort of wanted to say, “What makes you think you even have the capability to hold me back?? Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart!” I reassured her that I was still her friend and made a point to see how she was doing. Again, she started the fatalistic crap, “You don’t have to care about me…I can do okay on my own…I’ve always been on my own; I’m used to it…nevermind little ol’ me…”
** Are you fucking kidding me?
Who feels that fucking sorry for themselves? **I think this sort of crap is 1) manipulative (I’m sorry, but I’m not going to chase after you to convince you that I want to be your friend), **2) pathetic ** (do you hear yourself begging like a wounded animal??), **3) immature **(grow up - this is the kind of crap high school kids pull) and **4) completely dramatic ** (do you still threaten to fling yourself off a bridge if you don’t get your way??).
This kind of crap drives me UP A FUCKING WALL!! I’m sorry but I can tell when someone is telling me shit because they want to impress the world with the amount of grief they’ve (supposedly) experienced - but I think bragging about your personal tragedies is a quick way to make me think you are needy for attention and that’s a damn quick way to make me find you immature and pathetic.
Grow the fuck up, be responsible for your life, quit blaming others for your personal dysfunction and MOVE ON.
Tibs.