I’ve really had it with women.  If I hear one more woman complaining about how all men are jerks and how tough it is to find a good man I will verbally berate them within an inch of their life.  The self centeredness of women (particuarly the ones that spend their time in cyberspace) is absolutely absurd.


For evidence lets take a trip down my recent dating past.


Girl Number One:  Met a girl online (notice the trend begining) who seemed pretty cool.  Could tell pretty quick that she was a little bit nutty and into some pretty freaky stuff sexually (being smacked around, calling me daddy, being yelled at, etc), but she seemed like a good kid.  Note: I will refrain from posting any identifying info so if she reads this she won’t think I am trying to expose her.  Well in November she invites me over.  I made the mistake of letting things get to physical at her request.  We end up going out twice over the course of teh next month and she stands me up a few more times than that.  She is out of town visiting a friend for a good portion of that month.  When she returns we haver plans to go out on the first Saturday night.  Now she has started saying I love you and all this stuff that seemed incredibly premature, but I did care about her as a person and while the l word wasn’t close to coming out of this mouth I did think she was pretty serious.  She had insisted that I wasn’t dating anyone else so I complied.  Night of the big back to town date comes around and she calls and cancels.  The next day she lets me know that it is because she was out having sex with some guy she just met.  Pretty cool eh?  Well I guess that would bug me if not for the fact that the friend she was visiting proposed to her (they were banging the whole trip) and she mentioned that the first time we hooked up she had been banging some other guy hours earlier.  Classy stuff.  I am a perhaps too nice of a guy when I tell her that if she has a crisis she can still contact me.  Happens again a week later with some suicide trip because her mom wouldn’t let her borrow the car and I had reached my limits.


Onto girl number two.  She was the one who convinced me to start one of these things.  We were spending hours chatting (8 hours at the longest sitting) then one day she just up and disapears.  Sure she was still online, just decided not to talk to me.  She posts on her Xanga about how evil people can be in relationships with no comprehension of the irony that she had just done the same to me.


Girl Number Three.  She wasn’t a bad person, just had no sense of dating etiquette whatsoever.  We went out on a friday night for the first time and had a great time.  Sat neither of us had plans so we hung out again.  The next weekend she had her son so I took them both to Chuck E Cheese.  Problems that are forseeable at this point are that 1) she is already having me meet her son, and 2) every conversation we have is about the relationship.  Everyone has questions on where they stand when a relationship is new and I have no problems discussing them, but this is literally all this girl ever wanted to talk about.  The third weekend we went out one night and that was it.  The following weekend she had her son so nothing happened, but a few days later she wrote me this note ending it because she didn’t feel an emotional attachment developing on my part.  What the hell, after 3 weeks am I supposed to be proposing marriage and saying i love you.  I let that one go right away.  She said she wanted to remain friends, but that is a pointless proposition.  No one really wants to remain friends to hear about the next person you are dating and I prefer my friends to be a little less needy than that.


Brings us to girl number four.  This one is probably the biggest kicker.  i can handle being cheated on.  Heck I can handle being lied to.  This one was just a bit more cruel than the others.  We start talking an really hit things off.  I mean this was going amazingly well and I had fallen hard.  So after a couple weeks she drops a bomb on me and tells me she is married.  She had specifically told me she wasn’t previously, but she now says she didn’t think it would get this far and so she didn’t have the need to tell me.  She continues to tell me that she filed the papers long ago and that he refuses to comply.  They haven’t lived together for a while and he now lives a couple states away.  I decide that it isn’t that big of a deal and look past it.  So the next day i was expecting to hear from her and didn’t.  Didn’t hear from her the day after that either.  Now I am getting nervous because things were going so well and I was going to be without phone or email access for the entire weekend.  Finally on the third day in the afternoon I get an email from her mom that she was in the hospital and that she had sent her mom home specifically to see if I had written and to let me know what was going on.  I went from nervous to straight out worried.  2 days in a hospital is not a good thing.  I move heaven and earth to get the opportunity to call her on Sat night and her mom tells me she should be getting out of the hospital Sunday.  So Sunday night I run home to talk to her.  Nothing.  Now I am really worried.  Monday I run home to talk to her.  Nothing.  Now I am a bit paniced.  Tuesday (Valentines Day)  I run home to talk.  Nothing.  At this point I am calling every hospital in the area surrounding her house and checking the obituaries (literally).  The hospitals couldn’t confirm or deny that she was a patient for privacy reasons.  Wednesday (today) I run home.  Nothing.  I call her work hoping someone there might tell me what hospital she was in so I could at least send flowers and a card.  When I call her work a familiar voice answers.  She is back at work.  No call, no email, no nothing to let me know that she wasn’t dead.  I talk to her for a minute and she said it was her first day back at qwork and she hadn’t had a chance to get online.  No “I’m sorry i worried you”, no “when can I call you back”, just “I am staying with my folks and haven’t been able to get online, but you can call this weekend if you like.”  I thought women had put me through everything in the past, but having me worried that they are on deaths door and then not showing any concern for the hours of lost sleep and stress.  This one takes the cake. 

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  1. uh, Mr Gray … you must have done your fair share of damage to get your painting (profile photos i guess they call them these days) to look like that.

    Funny stories.  I’ve felt your pain.  I was 35 y/o before i found a really good one. 

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