Crash & Burn
Another one bites the dust. I hate cheap dates. I'm not too fond of cheap people, in general, but cheap dates really piss me off.
Don't misunderstand me, a dutch date is cool with friends, or after you have been with someone for a significant period of time. But what amount of time is significant? For that matter, when does a relationship upgrade from "we went on a date," to "we're dating." One month, two months, WTF?
It all goes back to that whole label thing that I dispise more than cheap dates. It's like, "What's that, something sticky, damn it's a label." Time to run off yet another one.
I have always preferred to date younger guys. Legal, but still younger. I have never put much thought into exactly why until recently. Two dates with two different guys my age, and I have found out why. Guys my age want to get married. Once again, WTF? I love being single. I am the poster child of the runaway bride. Let me quote the precious little Stewart, "I don't wanna!" Dali - Bora Bora just keeps looking better. No fat M, no single middle-aged goofballs, just the sand, surf and a pretty little umbrella drink. And of course, we'll go dutch.
posted by Jill at
9:19 PM
3 Comments:
I wanna go to bora bora!!!!
Tinkle-boobie- you love the boys, and and I know why you love being single.
You are one salty broad.
Sweets
Dali- you must start that site. I am sure after tonight, I will have something to complain about. Another Saturday, another glorious waste of makeup. Why do I even bother?
Un-Ap,
I don't usually disagree with you, until now. No, I don't think I am trying to go out on old fashioned dates, as you put it. I think, in no matter what situation it is, if someone invites you to dinner, to a club, whatever, you have been invited. Why should the guest pay? It's like, inviting someone over for dinner and asking them to bring their own food.
Am I sexist, no I don't think so, but on the other hand, I do wear makeup, fix my hair and dress up when I am asked out on a "date." None of the above is free and it's sure as hell time consuming. I do feel if I go through all the effort to look nice (understatement, of course) then the least, absolute least, he can do is pay for the evening. I don't put myself through the torture of push-up bras, heels, etc., for everyone else, just my date. When a guy asks you out, it's because, oh and please correct me if I am wrong, they are attracted to you.
Girls, back me up on this one, we listen to the boring stories, the bitching about past relationships, so believe this, I am paying also, just not in the monetary sense.
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