What to believe…?
Now I know I’ve sort of been out of the game for a moment
but has it come to this?
Recently, I had a most interesting interaction with “Tim”
(yeah that sounds good…lol). The
conversation went from current events to bullshit in 2.5 seconds. WTF? We
started with sports, one of my favorite topics and the next thing I knew Tim commenced to tell me how if I played nice, I could possibly be the woman of his
dreams. WHAT? I’m so confused. Was this
a line? Was I supposed to drop my panties and say “please take me now”?
Have we
as women made it so easy for men that they feel as if any old raggedy ass line
will draw us in? Before I realized, I burst into mad laughter. “Surely” I
thought “he’s making a funny”. Oops,
Tim never cracked a smile as a matter of fact he seemed light weight offended
that I found humor in his proposal. Now
I’m not a snob, OK I have tendencies but as a general rule I’m not, but what
made him think he was worthy of even being a part of my “Fabulous Five” (a
story for another day) let alone my man; seriously? Tim even asked “what’s so funny”? Mistake on
his part; I couldn’t hold back my brutally honest response. “What the hell makes you think I want to be
your ‘Dream Woman’ and at what point where you deemed the ideal man? The last
time I dreamed you were not a part of it as a matter of fact if I saw you in my
sleep it would have definitely been a nightmare”.
Now there is absolutely nothing wrong with being confident
as a matter of fact I find a confident man to be quite sexy but when you cross
the line into the land of arrogance you become so very unattractive. Tim instantly became downright ugly. He is a
string of ghetto stereotypes; barely working, living in your mama’s basement,
cellphone in your ex-girls name stereotype.
Yeah, he is just what I need in my life. What ever happened to a dream
deferred? It died on the couch in his mother’s basement.
