Saturday, February 9, 2008

How to Ruin a Mood


So my friend calls me and we start chatting. She tells me of the date she went on with a guy. I asked how it was...she sad that the guy was mean. Now, my friend is a very sweet girl, so upon hearing this I was instantly angry at the guy. How dare he be mean to this lovely flower. How dare he! Angered, I asked her.
"How was he mean? What did he say?"
As soon as she started her answer, I knew it was her fault! Yep, I said it! She made a common girl mistake. Oh wait...here's how she started her answer.
"Well, we were cracking jokes on each other, but he went too far."
Now, I know many are asking 'how is it her fault?'. Let me explain before you explode. Here's what I KNOW happened.

They go on a nice date. He pulls the chair out for her, they both sit down and look over the menu. She orders wine, he orders beer (makes him appear more manly). She orders a nice pasta (safe, yet filling). He orders steak (he is paying after all, let him eat!!). As they wait for the food, they engage in conversation. This is where the date goes wrong. Remember people, if you want to have a good date, don't say anything!! Just keep your mouth shut, and pay for everything! The key to a successful relationship is knowing when to stfu (google it!!)!

Here's the failure of the date...she wants to test him. She'll say something witty yet slightly mean, to see how he responds. Afterall, a woman wants a man who is sharp on his feet. A man who she can't walk all over. A man whose words can make her laugh, and make others cry. So she'll give a compliment to his jacket...but comment on too much gel on his hair. He'll laugh and even add to the fun by making fun of his own jacket!! Ladies, that means that he likes you!! That means you shouldn't further test him!! But of course....you do.

She'll laugh...keep talking...then throw in a comment about him ordering the steak and needing to watch his weight. He'll laugh...but heres where it gets bad. He'll laugh, then throw in a comment about the carbs in her pasta...of course he'll quickly apologize (because he's only joking!!). But too late. She'll see it as flirting (or being mean) and want to push the envelope...completely forgetting that guys are competitive and love to win. Even in a joking contest.

So they'll go back and forth with the jokes (still all in-good fun), until she says something about him that he doesn't think is that funny...thats when he calls her a fat bitch! Stands up, and throws his drink in her face! Kidding. Just kidding. But he'll eventually say something that is hurtful. She'll pretend it doesn't faze her. Get through the rest of the date, then call her friend to talk about the jerk she went out with. He wasn't a jerk. He was a guy. No, its not an excuse...its not!! Its the truth.

Guys are accustomed to joking and ribbing their guy friends. Accustomed to seeing who can be meaner and funnier and going to great lengths to win. So when a girl starts treating him like one of the guys would...well, he tends to start treating her like one of the guys too. Now, I know what you're saying. Thats its an excuse. Well, look at it this way. Lets say you meet a really cute guy that you like. First date, you two went shoe shopping...no kiss. Second date, a day spa (I LOVE these!!). You two get a manicure and pedicure..no kiss. Third date...hell, it almost doesn't matter, at this point he's in the friend zone. Hell, lets say its the FIRST date. You're both in a restaurant and all you two talk about are your ex's, shoes and which color you should paint your toes.

Just like guys can fall into the "friend zone" based on their actions, or inactions, so can women. So don't treat him like one of his guy friends would...at least not on the first date. Now, you're asking, how will you know if you're doing that. Well, how many second dates have you been on? Yeah...I though so.

Monday, February 4, 2008

No Good Deed


I find myself fast asleep on the day of my departure. Having a wonderful dream of making pancakes...naked. For those that don't know, cooking naked is awesome, and dangerous!! Only the most skilled of chefs can accomplish this feat. Anyways, so I'm having a wonderful dream about cooking pancakes naked, when, still in my dream, I hear a phone ring. So now, in my dream, I'm running around naked looking for this damn ringing phone...

I wake up and actually answer the damn thing. Its my friend and he's here to take me to the airport. I hop out of bed, and run into my living room. Its a mess. I've gotta unpack these boxes...oh well, next time I'm around. I grab my suitcase and head downstairs. Strange really. He's here doing me a favor, yet I'm strangely upset with him for interrupting my pancake dream. Regardless, we hop in his car and set off for LAX. He's making me drive? Bastard! I've gotten an average sleep of 2 hours a night for 2 weeks; thats not an exaggeration, I did the numbers, yet he makes me drive. FINE!

We arrive at the airport, I jump out, bid him farewell, check in my luggage and grab my boarding pass. I head over to my terminal to await my flight. I'm exhausted. In between meetings, making time for friends and making time for me, I have had no time to sleep. No, making time for me does not include sleeping. I have a connecting flight that I must catch, so I'm here 2 hours early; I hate being late. Today is a first for me. First time that I'm NOT flying Virgin Atlantic on an international flight. Also first time that I have a connecting flight when going to the UK. So lets see. Early, no sleep, non Virgin (WHORE!) Atlantic flight, and a connecting flight, which means.....

So my flight has been delayed an hour...which is funny because my lay over was for 1 hour 30 mins...no, I'm not really laughing. No worries right? I land in Chicago...my flight left 10 mins ago. Fine...no worries. When is the next flight to Manchester? Oh...there is none...no worries. I go down and have to rebook to London Heathrow and then from there to Manchester...no worries...I need sleep. I'm usually laid back and things don't get to me...but I'm starting to lose it. I can feel the anger boiling within me. Its taking a lot to keep it suppressed. I hate United...I really do.

As I sit there in my seat, thats all I can think...wait...let me take it back to the terminal. I love terminals! So many cute chicks. One...two...three...ok...maybe not many, but there were a few. All with accents. Gotta love that. The last time I saw a really cute chick in the terminal, I ended up sitting next to her on the flight...my father cockblocked me...thats a different story. I find my seat...none of the cute chicks I saw are sitting in my area...I need sleep. I really do. I just need to...wait...whats this...I have a whole row to myself?!?! Hecks yeah!! Last minute booking; first class full.

I sit there stretched out. About to drift off to naked pancake land...don't judge me...when I hear a voice. I look up...its a girl...cute too...shes American. We talk for about 5 mins, exchanging pleasantries. She asks me where I'm going, I respond Manchester. She says Aberdeen. She seems nice. No, I'm not gonna chat her up...shes American, and I'm very tired. But that doesn't mean I can't be polite. Hear that men!! You can be nice just to be nice! Don't have to pick up every girl you say hi to. Geez. Again, I lay my head down, again I hear her voice. She wants to move over and share my row with me. I look at who shes sitting next to...old ugly british guy...don't blame her...but its MY row!! Now, I hate doing good things, I truly do. Why? Because every, again, I'm NOT exaggerating, EVERY time I do something nice for someone the universe punishes me for it. Give a homeless guy money, cops pull me over. Read to burn center children, stung by a bee. Talked a friend out of committing suicide (no joke), got a bad haircut...right before I ripped my favorite shirt...right before my date cancelled on me that night...right before I got in a car accident.

I moved over and let her share my row...I'm gonna regret this. I fell asleep for the entire flight, missing the meals that the unattractive non-Virgin Atlantic staff provided. Woke up in London. Past immigration, past security, down to the terminal for my next flight to Manchester, and fast asleep again. Mmmmm.....pancakes....I hear a voice again...sounds American. I feel a tap on my shoulder.
"Hey, your flight to Manchester is boarding, you don't want to miss it"
"Thanks", I respond as I head over to board my flight.

It was the American girl. We talked for 5 mins on the plane, yet she woke me up so I wouldn't miss my flight. Its the little things that people do that really touch me and give me hope for the human race. As I flew to Manchester, I couldn't help but smile. Couldn't help but think of all the things that went wrong on this trip and how it all didn't matter because of the one thing that went right. Maybe my "No good deeds" rule needed to be re-evaluated. Maybe it wasn't the universe shitting on me, but just dumb bad luck. Maybe this was a sign that things were gonna change. I truly would've believed all this if they hadn't lost my luggage....bastards!!