I HATE MEN

Yeh, so what’s the deal?! I seem to keep having repeat weekends here. A different night, new bar, many many miles away from my normal bars, and yet the inevitable truth follows me. I must have a neon sign that only ‘taken’ guys can see. Even the friend I’m with is different! But, ok, I’ll tell my story, although it doesn’t seem to ever change. I go out with a friend of mine, Paul, to here a band (I love going out to dance). So we’re there for a little while, just kind of hanging out, scoping the crowd. There’s this guy standing near me that decides to introduce himself. We’ll call him ‘Steve’. So Steve is kind of on the quiet side but we seem to hit it off little. I hang out with him for the next hour or so at the bar, just hanging out, enjoying the music. (No dancing. He doesn’t dance. …. ) The end of the night approaches, Paul is drunk off his ass. He totally blew his chances of getting the bartenders number when he yelled at her because the keg was kicked and she wouldn’t sell the bottles for the same price. To get him back (hell hath no furry like a woman scorned, you know) she cuts him off. I had to laugh! I’ve seen Paul drink before. He has NEVER raised his voice to anyone! But then again, he’s never been cut off…

But on with my story, Steve and I are hanging out talking all night, laughing. We even exchanged numbers and I invited him to hang out with a bunch of us the following night. It’s the end of the night, Paul just got finished arguing with the bartender and Steve decides to tell me about his girlfriend… um…. Yeh, that’s right. He just spent the night trying to impress and pick me up and then tells me about the girl he’s living with… and their 2 kids! I decide to be polite but change my body language and it’s soon time to leave.

Fast forward to the following night. We are all at our destination for the night. I go to the counter to order some water (I’m the DD for the night) and who walks up to me but Steve. He still wanted to hang out with my friends and I. He wants to get to know me better…. lol… ok, so I play polite, introduce him to all the friends I was with, etc. but then he just sits there quiet all night. Whatever…

After the bar, we all go for breakfast. He wasn’t invited but Steve is following us out the door. But by the time we all got outside, he was no longer with us. We go for breakfast and are now on our way back to my place to crash for the night. It is now almost 3:30 am. My phone rings… guess who…. I don’t answer. He hangs up and calls back, this time leaving a message. About 2 minutes pass and he calls yet a 3rd time. Talk about desperate! We get to my house and pass out. When we get up around noon, I listen to his message from the night before. “I’m in kind of a tight spot here. If you get this before you go to bed, PLEASE call me back. I have nowhere to sleep tonight.” Yeh right! He thought that’d work? What the hell is wrong with men?! Do I LOOK that stupid? Was I born yesterday? Hell no! Anyhow, he decides to call me again in the afternoon but leaves no message.

So I’m in class today, telling one of my girlfriends about ‘Steve’. She has a good laugh because she has seen the pattern of guys that approach me. After a few questions, we come to realize that she knows him! The situation with Steve and his girlfriend is that they have been together for years, unhappily but still…. She says if he was telling the truth about having nowhere to stay, it was probably because his gf had her other bf over at the house. To give a summary of their relationship for the past I don’t know how long… They are together but not really. They live together, even sleep in the same bed but they’re not totally together. They each are dating others as they please and their 2 kids have ‘happened’ since their new lifestyle situation has taken root. So God even knows who’s kids they are! Holy Shit!

So anyhow, I am left with 2 questions… Is there anyone that still places any value on a faithful, honest, long lasting relationship? And … Are there any COMPLETELY SINGLE good guys left or have they all past away 100 years ago? I don’t require much, honesty, integrity, respect, open communication, affection, commitment. Open doors, give a compliment, take me camping, humor me with my truck fetish, give me a run for my money when it comes to struggles. I don’t want someone to LET me win at anything. I’m seriously considering moving to a convent or becoming a lesbian! Holy Shit!