Men. They do the bulk of the work when it comes to courting and dating. And they get rejected a lot more than women do. So we should take it easy on them, right?
Woa now, fellas. I am not encouraging male bashing. What I do suggest and support is the elevation of standards when dating and in love and relationships.
If a man curses you out over a three-course meal, buh-bye.
If a man screams at a bartender when ordering your Moscow Mule, no thanks.
If a man is constantly on his phone, he should wine and dine his gadget instead. See ya!
And if a man shares how he banged a girl out, well, he’s just an idiot.
That said man was none other than Julio. This poor fellow. First, he ran to the restaurant on our first date because he was late. And he was sweating balls. Literally. Beads of sweat crawled down his face as he smiled nervously and tried to wipe his brow nonchalantly. On out third date, I told him I didn’t feel a connection.
“There’s just something lacking,” I said. “You’re great, attractive and sweet but I’m not feeling the chemistry here.”
He nodded, furrowing his brow.
“I just think we are too different,” I continued. “You’re very timid…we may not be a good fit for each other…”
“I’m going to prove to you that there can be chemistry,” he assured me, deciding to prove his manhood. By telling me a detailed story about the time he banged a chick.
She had a man right, he began. And I didn’t care! I did it anyway. He said, puffing chest. I stared at him, silently begging him to stop. He kept going. Julio then told me about the time he told a woman to take off her clothes only to leave her naked because he didn’t have a condom. At least he protects himself, I thought.
“Oh, and I don’t go down on girls because I’m afraid of AIDS.”
I almost spit out my sangria. I composed myself before saying, “So, do you let a girl blow you?”
“Of course,” he said.
I didn’t have any words. Our night was done. Julio was done. And I told him so. We wouldn’t be going out again. Because this woman needs a man to be confident, and yes, a man that will give me head from time to time. (Get a dental damn, dammit!) This third date was our late. Because this girl has standards.