Where is my rebel prince?
May 05, 2005
A week ago, I was grimacing across and down the street to my apartment from the bus stop. I was struggling not to drop the 4 heavy grocery bags, desperately trying to walk at a brisk pace so the bags wouldn't break... the unjustifiably expensive contents spilling out all over the streets (I've had this happen before and it freakin' sucks). I could see the green overhang: Le Bon Temps of the bar right before my building as well as the banner that read (insert name) Apartments. So close, yet so far away!
I couldn't I get there fast enough!? My arms were killing me. It was pure Tantalus Torture... the closer I got, the further away the damn building seemed to get, like it was shrinking away from me or something. A hop and a skip would have brought me home, but those bags were heavier than hell and straining for dear life with the bulk of the groceries, so any sudden movements were out of the question.
Needless to say, I gave up and decided to sit the bags down for a quick second, to catch my second wind and to shake the cramps out of my arms. Just then, some tawdry looking fucktard appeared as if on cue, and said...
"How come your husband's not helping you with your bags?"
After the stupid question registered, I turned and glowered at him. At that point, with the mood I was in, I was wishing I was some sort of sub-species of part woman/part snake so I could spit some far-reaching and highly poisonous venom at his ass... right where he stood, waiting for my response to his ridiculously inappropriate question. But alas I just rolled my eyes, gathered my things and continued on with my struggle down the street. The whole time this M.F. is yelling at my back:
"YOU ARE MARRIED?? RIGHT??? HEY, YOU MARRIED?! EXCUSE ME..."
I loved how he decided not to ask me the proper question... "Do you need help with those bags?"
Needless to say, I ended up breaking something anyway... my damn jar of raspberry preserves broke inside my bag. I was so relieved to be at my door, that I set the bags down hard when I went to dig into my purse for my keys.
Now, fast forward to this past Wednesday...
I just happened to be looking on Craigslist looking for other job possibilities in my area. Out of curiosity, I clicked on the personals section: men seeking women. The section is supposed to be for people seeking legitimate dates, but all I read were ads from: MWM looking for younger females to "spoil" nsa, only available in the afternoons, can't host, and SWM looking for SBF to give oral to, and of course SM looking to come to town to screw, to dominate sub etc. It got increasingly worse.
There is a section called, "casual encounters" but I guess it doesn't matter. The internet is even worse than meeting jerks in person. It's a cesspool full of perverts and weirdos, who aren't even cute in person like they proclaim to be in their ads and they turn out to be disrespectful, loserly, or married.
In this day and age, the dating scene is becoming increasingly difficult to navigate. I've sort of just given up. It's a little sad, but in the grand scheme of things, the options are just not that great. Perhaps my singular status isn't so bad afterall. I got lecherous men making lewd comments at me on the street and I'm over the corny ass bar scene. I avoid it altogether and keep to my usual trendy, jazz laden haunts to just chill.
The options are gradually depleting and women my age are willing to settle for anybody, just for the sake of having a warm body to be stuck under so they can brag to those of us who're single about "their man."
Me? I need something substantive I can wrap my head around. I refuse to believe that there is NO ONE. Someone has to be compatible with me. It's been a long, bumpy single life, but I know there is someone respectable out there. I can't bring myself to be one of those women who goes on a string of horrible dates and who hooks-up with a string of lame ass cats.
What the hell is up with the scene man? What is going on with this slag heap of mediocrity? No one even tries to whoo a woman properly anymore. It's hookups and screwups. There are jerks who try to subjugate women, wanting us to shut-up and assume the supine position. Physical attraction and looking your best are key elements to the dating ritual, but then I scoff at the guys who are average looking at best, who list all these qualifiers for women and how they should look, thinking they deserve nothing less than Paris Hilton or Halle Berry. Puhleeze! Enough with this sick adagio dance already. It's vertiginous.
Where are the articulate, well read, creative, down to earth, jazz and arts loving, confident, respectful, tenable men at?? Where are you all hiding? I don't wanna be 70 and still hoping for you to surface, oh elusive one.
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I wanna know where the real men are, too! Until I find one I believe knows how to treat me and be respectful towards me I refuse to settle. STAY STRONG!
- Cat
Thank ya thank ya thank ya for the support!
I just don't understand why some women will date men who mistreat them just because they're lonely. I mean, sometimes I feel alone too but I'm also preoccupied with other interests so I don't have time to sit around feeling sorry about my being single.
Cat, if you were a man, I'da married you a long time ago... hahahaha
i am so glad i am a man and i don't have to go through that.
i don't know how you sisters deal with the BS, cause i couldn't do it.
so i give you mad props for doing your thing... stay up
your warrior shall appear. mark my words and remember a few years down the line to send us the wedding invitation. my wife and i love those things
Seems, a few months back, someone did write, but suddenly, the writing back, ended.. Was it something he said? did he seem too unbelieveable? Though, he could've also been too plain. not enough $$$... How could he compare to Coffey's lifestyle?
Born to be mild.. the lone knight still exists.. and his heart is left empty too...
Anonymous?
Wonder who this could be?? My interest is piqued.
In any event, coffey0072 is not superficial, I am very self reliant and lives on her own and don't require any man to spend on me, I'm humble, and self-deprecating hence this public journal of sorts. My lifestyle is lowkey... soo...
Who are you? I'm as curious as a cat.
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