20 December 2012
Now I am forty years young, I suppose I'm on the threshold of 'maturity'. Reading the lovely minxyMolly's 'Date 1', reminded me of too many awful dates with awful guys.
When you are young, you are impressionable and will often take the shit thrown at you from a guy as you don't yet have the experience to stand up and say 'hang on a minute, dick for brains' for fear that he will 'pack' you in. Indeed this is the same for guys as well who are with a 'Bitch Miss'. The thing is as you mature, you gain experience. You gain confidence and have a better understanding of how you want to be treated and most importantly how you SHOULD be treated.
It took me until I was well into my twenties to understand this. I went out with guys who were a tad naughty, testing the boundaries so to speak and then there were others who were damn right arseholes.
I have been out with those who only wanted to go out with me to prove a point. Mr Chip On His Shoulder told me on our first date 'that girls like me never used to look at him because he was fat, now he's thin and works out they are falling at his feet', when I enquired 'what exactly does girls like me mean?', he matter of factly said 'pretty girls who think they are special'. Well he never got a second more of my time, let alone a second date. I did say to him though he may not be fat anymore, but that chip on his shoulder is!
Then there is Mr The Biggest Arsehole Ever, this guy on countless occasions upset me until I realised just what a dick he was. I finished our brief and only what I can call a moment of madness on my part, dating/ sleeping together thing following a very humiliating experience with him.
After spending the night with him I had the horrible realisation that the next morning I had started my period. I was mortified as it was on his crisp white sheets. I sat there wondering what to do, when he saw the blood you would of thought I had shat myself judging by the look on his face. That was strike one! Then when I asked him to go and get me some toilet roll he point blank refused. I sat there embarrassed and hurt, I asked again thinking maybe he was in fact joking but not this insensitive creep. So I continued to menstruate all over his sheets and it was only when his very sweet and kind friend popped his head around the door to ask if we wanted a cuppa, did my knight in shining armour arrive. This lovely guy could see how upset I was and shouted at Mr Arsehole, then he got me some tissue and a dressing gown so I could get myself to the bathroom. That was the end of anything I felt for Mr Arsehole.
Being a single mum also brought about another kind of male. Often when I told guys that I had a young son, they would literally get this shit scared look in their eyes and right then I would know whether or not I would hear from them again or not. One guy who had been asking me out for months, Mr Paranoia, knew I was a single mum and seemed cool with that however just when I thought we were getting somewhere he decided to buy a house. I was happy for him, only when I mentioned would he like me to come and view a couple with him. He literally got on his high horse, telling me that the house was for him and not us. Oh Mr Paranoia, you cocked up in style. I smiled and told him 'although I was aware of that fact, I thought maybe, just maybe he wanted some support. I was only showing an interest, not proposing marriage, as frankly I couldn't give two shits where he lives'. Mr Paranoia tried everything to woo me back but the damage was done. He thought I was trying to get my feet under his table when I showed an interest in his life. So it was bye bye to the foolish tit!
Then there was Mr Dangerous Driver, after going on a date with his brother and his fiancée, they get into an argument on the way home, so he then drives at 80 to 90 mph along windy, wooded roads in a complete rage. When he gets to my home his brother gets out the car and kisses the floor and I kiss goodbye to him.
Things are never plain sailing in any relationship but you know when it's worth fighting for and for some you will even make allowances.
My future husband on our first date, left me for half an hour to play on a fruit machine. Told a group of friends whilst drunk how he used to love his ex girlfriends boobs as they were small and nice. Of course everyone then looks at my ample bosoms, then my face, then back at future husband. He quickly realises from the silence that he has cocked up. Then looking on at my boobs he states how of course he has now been converted to bigger breasts.
No matter how awful some dates have been with awful guys, they do mould you, they put chinks in your armour and one day you will realise if that guy is Mr Right, Mr Very Wrong or Mr OK For Now.
The main thing is have fun, dating should be enjoyable guys and gals. If you are left hurt and upset, you are dating the wrong person!
©Kim Brown 19th December 2012
Ryou.they put chinks in your armour so one daM OK For Now!!
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