We ARE a hoot to hang out with although you might find that we are a bit LOUD and a bit gabby and I might embarass you by taking up a dare to dance on the bar…but otherwise, we’re good people.
And thank you for pointing out, that while that article on wingmen was amusing, the idea that “least attractive girl = the one not makes the moves on” is a big well, stupid, don’t ya think? Yeah, keep hitting on the “most attractive” one and then wonder why you keep getting no where with attractive but possibly less than interesting chicks. Not to say that a woman can’t be attractive AND interesting like, say, moi but it seems a bit premature to knock someone out of the running because she’s deemed a girl-goyle (blech!).
And when I get home tonight, I promise to remind my husband of just how lucky his ass is to have me!
Oh, no, it’s entirely because she IS! I can’t tell you how many times we’ve been walking down the street window shopping and talking and I point out a cute pair of shoes in the window and ask if she thinks that they would go with my skirt and I realize I’m now talking to myself because she’s still down the street talking to some guy who is wearing an aluminum foil swan on his head and scratching his bum.
Really, it goes back to being approachable. Em is very approachable. Typically, she’s smiling, sometimes singing to herself and generally looking like someone who would probably talk to you - it’s all body language. I used to be that person too and then I moved to the big bad city and got all hard and bitter.
Of course you’re right, Khadaji, but I now have this vivid mental picture of you marching stiffly around with a big ol’ SEG on your face, frightening the women and making small children cry!
Welcome to the board, Khadaji. Didn’t want you to feel left out of the general mayhem.
Where do you two live? Frankly it sounds to me, as though you live in Sunnydale, CA aka “The Hellmouth.” It’s time to call the Scoobies and the Buffster and get rid of the big bads : Itchy Ass Tin Foil Demon and Drunken Potty Pants Troll.
I don’t think auntie em is the problem. I think it’s possibly the location or just co-incidence. Of course, I may be totally wrong, but I’m trying to be optimistic.
FWIW: auntie em - I can relate to being “too nice.” I used to get told that all the time, when I was more socially active, and sometimes I still hear it. I have had my share of being the “freak magnet” but in my case, it was more of an “abuse magnet.” IOW, all the assholes, creeps, users, and bullies look at me and see a flashing neon red bullseye. School, jobs, misc. It’s been ridiculous. But I don’t want to go into too much detail. Just saying I can relate a bit, if in a slightly different way.
auntie em, just in case your malady is factual: stay away from New York City! (if you’re not there already) Good lord, I’d hate to see the hell you’d encounter there. :eek:
One last thing… I don’t see your approachability as a problem. But then again, I am quite shy, so approachability eludes me. Anything short of a woman ripping off a trenchcoat, wearing nothing underneath, and shouting “TAKE ME NOW” means I probably would be totally oblivious. :rolleyes: sad but true… (a bit of TMI… my last s.o. had to literally say aloud “So… ya wanna get naked?” because I wasn’t picking up her “signals” at first. :o aack call me Captain Oblivious, stupor-hero extraordinaire. I’m going to go bury my head in some sand now.)
Why am I suddenly getting a mental image of myself as a mentally retarded person?
And if living in the “big bad city” hardened YOUR ass, what of my stints in Atlanta, Houston, and Philly? Was it all counteracted by my time in San Francisco, a city which just makes people all mushy and Kum Ba Ya?
I met Drunken Potty Pants Troll not far from Sunnyvale, in fact (Berkeley, CA). As for Tin Foil Demon, wellllll… he’s my husband now. (Kidding, of course! :D) Actually, though, trishdish is in Maryland, and I’m in Kansas (where we both grew up).
I’m more than willing to go with that theory!!! And in fact there DO seem to be cities where I get a LOT! more attention from men than others. Atlanta, for example–LOVE for auntie em. Philly–not so much love. L.A.–LOVE. Topeka–not so much. You get the picture. And I’m living in Topeka now, where I might easily get a can of Coors lobbed at my head for blocking someone’s view of the hot, huge-haired D-cup blonde with the claw-of-death bangs and the camel-toe. :rolleyes:
Of course, aside from my freshman year in college (when I was hell-bent on losing my virginity), I have never been one to want a boyfriend just for the sake of having one. Which means that unless I have some specific freak–er, fella–in mind, I am a happy, flappy single gal and so do not tend to go on blind quests for someone to share my bed/hold my hand in the movies. As a result, the men I meet tend to be the ones who approach ME; they might just happen to be walking by my house as I’m coming home from the grocery store. They approach, say hello, chat ensues, next thing I know we’re enjoying bananas on my porch. It’s not a bad system, really… it just means that most often I’m not the one doing the “choosing”.
Of course, if I do happen to develop an attraction for someone who didn’t approach me first, I can get downright obsessive. At the moment I have a little crush on my auto mechanic, and am counting the miles until it’s time for my oil change (I’ve already planned my outfit for that day–it does not involve a D-cup bra, however, so it’s all a crap-shoot at this point).
Well, I (and others) have long maintained that my life would make a damn good sitcom; however, I doubt if I’d follow my mechanic all the way across the country (for one thing, my car’s a piece of crap, so I’d probably break down somewhere in Utah).
