Today plans to be a very unproductive one here at work... I hope. In the meantime, what to do, what to do-o... Hey! I know! I'll blog! Let me blog about how unpredictable and strange the male populace can be. Not all of them... but some of them. Enough to make me scratch my head in befuddlement. Some dudes are guilty of the same codes of conduct they accuse some of us women of e.g., complaining, talking incessantly and whining incessantly. Guys within my age bracket (26-mid 30's) can make you feel like you're the only person in the world when you're with them. They whisper sweet nothings in your ear and confess their feelings right on the spot. Sometimes this might even occur on the first or second date. Meanwhile, you're sitting there the whole time think, "Ohmydog! Is he serious?? We don't even know each other this is moving waay to fast..." Of course you don't voice your concerns aloud, you simply just sit there nodding and smiling politely, wondering if it was a bad idea to make out with this clown. They mistake your smile for mutual feelings, however, and shortly thereafter... all of a sudden, this is when the guy decides to pull the rug out from under you. He beats you to the punch and end abruptly puts an end to things, after a handful of trysts. He accuses you of developing "big feelings" notwithstanding the fact that he pursued you and is the one with the big feelings. He is the one who talked up all of this rhetorical bullshit about seeing alot of each other, while you sat across from him with a grimace/smile combo on your face, trying not to wretch over the prospect of seeing this annoying so-and-so on a consistent basis. I think some guys like to flatter themselves. They build themselves up and think some of us women are supposed to idolize them. We should be flattered that they've asked us out and treated us to a couple of drinks and some take-out. There is nothing wrong with a little ego-boost fellas, but give me a fuckin' break! Dudes are always shocked as shit when some of us girls don't go sniveling and crying for an explanation. They're speechless after having given this long-winded speech about how fast this is going, because you simply listen quietly, nod, and then say, "Okay. Well good luck with your endeavors." They stumble around "wha', huh... uhhh... oh okay..." stunned by your indifference and your willingness to accept that this brief courtship has fizzled. I can't even begin to explain how many self-absorbed dickweeds my best friend and I have dealt with, who think they're the shit and we're completely and utterly in love with them after like 3 dates. They become insecure because they've laid all of their cards on the table only to not have the feelings reciprocated. They make up some fucking bullshit explanation making US look like the clingy ones. Contrary to popular MAN-belief, we are really relieved that it's over. We simply do not give a fucking shit, because you were annoying to begin with. Not all women are pathetic dames looking to settle. If all you wanted to do was screw or make-out, then cut the pretense, shut the fuck up, and let shit unfold naturally. This bullshit is precisely why I prefer to date an older gent. The conversation is a lot more interesting and flows consistently, he is more direct with what he wants and needs, we can agree or disagree and then we proceed to agree on a mutually convenient time and place to carry on our shenanigans... point, blank, period. Older men also tend to keep the incessant whining to a minimum and actually ask YOU about YOUR day, instead of launching into this whine-fest about how horribly his day went. He's aware of the fact that you aren't his mother. After string of horrible and annoying dates with our male peers, my best friend and I celebrate our single-ness even more. We are none too worse for wear inspite of and despite our experiences. Being in the company of some annoying bitch doesn't even hold a candle to just being alone, sometimes. It's not as bad as I fancied it to be actually. The fact that in another week we'll both be 27 and 26 respectively and are not in serious relationships yet or married doesn't bother us anymore. It's not a bad thing to want to find something concrete with someone later on in life, and to WAIT for this. In summation, dudes who're insecure and self-absorbed... this tirade is directed towards you all. DO NOT FLATTER YOURSELVES WITH YOUR ENDLESS PRETEXTS AND CHILDRENS' GAMES! Some of us require MEN who actually talk to us about worthwhile things. Intellectual intercourse I call it. They resume the intellectual seduction by putting their hands in the right places without asking (as was explained in my favorite French film, "Romance" by a self-professed casanova who bedded 10,000 women by simply engaging them in intelligent discourse). We're caught up in the rapture of the valid things they have to say, and allow them to go there, with their hands. It starts upstairs first... and continues downstairs... if you catch my drift. This is how to seduce an intelligent woman effectively. You can't expect us to yield to you by "playing" us because of your own anxieties and your half-assed attempts at seduction.