Tragic Dating Experience No.6

Men are hard work.

I’ve talked about this before and I’m going to talk about it again, romance and relationships are not what they used to be 50 years ago.

Guys are textbook, they want to get their leg over, that’s what it boils down to. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t all men’s top priority and there are a fair few who do want relationships, but for most guys sex is important. I think girls should always keep this in mind, (to an extent at least), when talking to a guy, it helps you work out their intentions pretty quickly.

Sex may be important but what a guy forgets is, not all girls are going to just bend over. You’re not going to woo me over the phone pal, I need to meet you first, gauge some chemistry, you know? Some girls will just sleep with anyone, some girls aren’t fussed when they’ve had a few vodkas. I get that. That’s their choice. But some of us females are not like that, so don’t have a go at me and start acting like I’ve wasted YOUR time when I say no thanks. I don’t owe you anything just because we matched on Tinder or you bought me a drink. Grow up.

Unfortunately this has happened to me numerous times and once it went terribly wrong, alcohol fuels stupidity after all. 3 years ago I went to Ibiza and met a cute guy who I was really in to, for confidentiality and practical purposes we shall refer to him as A. The next night, my friend and I went out with some guys from our hotel and one of them, who I shall refer to as B, was pretty into me. Now, I’ll hold my hands up, I rinsed him, but to be honest when you’re in a club that’s charging €13 a drink any girl would be a twit not to. A glass that refills itself? That’s magic.

So B was buying me drinks but then A was in the club too. I was drunk, I was stupid and I kissed A in full view of B. B went nuts and started a fight with A in the smoking area. As you can imagine this gave me mixed emotions, half of me was flattered whilst the other half was bottom-line mortified. Classic Bridget Jones moment. To be fair though, as I pointed out at the time, I’d never kissed B or promised him a bonk and to think that I was automatically his just because he bought me a few drinks is ridiculous.

Ladies and gentlemen, the moral of the story is don’t expect anything from anyone and you won’t be disappointed.

The funny thing is, a few days later I found out that back in Cardiff, B had a girlfriend at home sucking eggs.

So I dropped her a message…

and yes, the photo is of me, in Ibiza, eating KFC and giving absolutely zero fucks.

Lydia.

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11 thoughts on “Tragic Dating Experience No.6

  1. So men are just trying to get their leg over? Not all men? But pretty much thats what they are after? Hmmmmmm me thinks that you are projecting this onto men. You go into the situation thinking “yep this guy wants to have it off with me” and instantly you are judging him based on a decision he has more than likely not made. You should maybe put your own narrow minded thoughts aside before you pre jugde all men and tar them with the same brush.

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    • You clearly don’t understand the complexities of dry and satirical humour. I wrote this to be funny and if a few women/men who are silly enough to think I’m being deadly serious get offended, more fool them. Thanks for reading though appreciate it x

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      • Thats not dry and satirical humour, thats your own narrow minded opinions. You have lumped all men together in the same boat because thats your thoughts.

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  2. Valid point and i will accept that. Unfortunately you are layong yourself out across your blog. By the sheer essence of having a blog you are inviting critisicm. The comments i made are reflective of the image you have portrayed of yourself. The point that you make about all men just wanting to get their leg over is unfounded and based off of your own opinion due to what i can only assume are your own bad experiences.

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