I was home on vacation recently and spent some time (not enough) hanging out with good friends. While I enjoyed all of the conversations with my friends, there was conversation that stood out from the rest. Because I love putting the screws to my friends, I will share the highlights with you. Names will be withheld to protect the guilty.
-- my soon-to-be-40 bachelor friend recognizes he's lonely and wants to "build a home"; jury is still out on whether this is a literal or figurative home
-- he most recently dated a 22-year-old
-- she blew him off shortly after he clarified their age difference
-- he makes the mistake of bitching to me about how she never returned phones calls, emails, etc.
-- I point out this is what we call "KARMA" and that I've lost track of the number of times he's failed to return phone calls and emails, backed out of plans at the last minute, or failed to show up after making plans
-- we discuss the error of dating inappropriately young women
-- we discuss the avoidance techniques he's been employing for years to evade eligible women (total denial and obliviousness to this on his part)
-- I point out that his friends would be more than happy to set him up; he says he has no local friends
-- I point out that women get nervous about men who can't sustain friendships; it suggests they can't sustain any OTHER kind of relationship either
-- I reiterate how he's failed to return phone calls and emails, breaks dates, and stands people up; his friends have been victims of this for years
-- he entertains the notion of cultivating a "bad boy" persona in order to attract women
-- I point out that he's already enough of a jackass without making that his primary selling point
-- we discuss creating an image of stability; he sold his house last year and moved into a garage apartment (I pointed out at the time that this would be a red flag for most women)
-- I stress his pattern of dating women who are inherently unsuitable: too young (22 for God's sake?!?!?!?!), live too far away, he won't take them home to mother, etc.
-- he explains that he didn't exactly "date" the 22-year-old; they made out a few times after playing spin-the-bottle at a cast party
-- !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-- we discuss the advisability of getting dating advice from a mutual friend
-- I discreetly decline to discuss our mutual friend's own dating dilemmas; if nothing else, those two will bolster one another up
Seriously, I'm sorry to see a friend in a less than happy state, but I've got to shake my head over some the truly bonehead moves I've been witness to in this case. And while this recounting will suggest a less than attractive man, to those unfamiliar with my buddy, this is not the case. I've known women and men both to swoon and go starry-eyed at their first encounter with him. I recall having been at a reception a few years ago and watching him cut a swath through the gathering with a woman trailing at his heels like a well-trained pup. He never even turned his head her way as she followed him out the door. I turned to the woman standing next to me, who had witnessed the same event and remarked on the pathetic nature of the encounter. She agreed and then asked me if he was seeing anyone.
So, if you're of legal age and interested in meeting a frustrated, withholding introvert who claims he MIGHT be ready to change his ways, let me hear from you. I know just the guy!
DISCLAIMER: I have no room to talk. My romantic life is even more pathetic.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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next time you see him slap him upside the head for me and tell him he needs to start dating ~women~. not teeny boppers or college co-eds, that ship has sailed. 35 and up should be a good guideline. and seriously? a garage apartment? that's not gonna help his case in the least.
Heather, you see what I'm dealing with here. Is a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the head close enough?
when exactly is a woman to young? or the guy too old?
When he comments that female relatives of the same age are "all grown up now", that's when.
What we're looking for is a 30 something successful dog trainer---someone who knows a lab is dumb as dirt but unquestionably friendly and can train him to championship obedience. I know someone like that but, unfortunately she's about 30 yrs. too old and married, and , alas, no children. But at least I know what we're looking for.
That's a bit "If a Man Answers" dontcha think, Lit? I'm not saying you're wrong, I'm just not sure where one finds Sandra Dee these days.
nah, the kiss on the cheek and pat on the head are too subtle for him to get.
trust me, he needs a good whack upside the head to get the synapses in his brain firing again. sounds like it's been a while since the 'common sense' portion of his brain has been working.
besides, it would be coming from me and i'm just not that nice. :)
If any of you find yourselves within smacking distance, go ahead. Heather'll take the heat for it.
I'll see what I can do. You well realize that proximity is not the issue; it's the vertical challenge. (I'll also hang a sign around my neck that says: HEATHER MADE ME DO IT!)
Goo--Chill found Sandra Dee at your sister's house!
Jaz,
Does that mean I should be calling you Sandra?
I think that's damn funny. He'll grow up when he's 70, maybe. He needs to start making a lot of money before he loses his looks or he won't get anyone someday.
I've met his dad, Nor, I don't think he's gonna lose the looks.
And the garage apartment seems to have been less about money than a tendency towards a monastic lifestyle.
Well, maybe he'll meet a female monk.
And Gyuss, well, there are laws you know. 16...
Nate, did you mean too old to try or too old to succeed?
Ha. Good question.
Is this guy a doctor or a pilot?
The pilot's already seen 40. Does that answer your question?
Well, I have two points about it...
1) Don't knock making out at a cast party. I highly recommend it. In fact, I kind of miss it.
2) Uhm, you were within driving distance and you didn't let me know???
Criste, I'll mention to your husband that he needs to make out with you at cast parties more often.
I was in the city-on-the-Red sans car. I never made it as far as Dallas. I'm not even sure I looked west after I arrived.
BTW, the bachelor in question has e-mailed me twice in the last week and is planning a trip my direction next week. I sent him the address for this blog, so he may be on his way to murder me.
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