I had a great time last weekend, hanging out with friends and going on physical activities. Now, this is not unusual, except for one thing-I was really starting to like this one girl. She was attractive, kind, smart and “pull-ordinary” – Ick, really?
Then, without any warning, she turned into this hilarious, psychotic freak of jealousy and violence.
I will not describe the event by worrying about her, of course, because I know it was deliberate and planned. On the preceding Tuesday, she called me and asked if I could get her a cocktail. Before I could answer, she gave me this big smile, as if to say “Go on, bro.” I took a deep, confirmive breath and said “Ok”, then seconds later she gave me a knowing smile and said, “I will just get you the drink, drink will I bring you.” Bingo!
At that point she took me out to a nearby restaurant and started giving me the “I want to make sure you bring me the drink” look, as if I were an alien species. I immediately thought she was out of my league and I would never trust a girl like her. But, then, later that evening when she tried to point out all the good traits about me, I was so impressed, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Anyway, the drink arrived, and she immediately took a big gulp and started drinking. Well, I was impressed, because I knew from the drink that she felt the same way about me, at least on an intellectual level. Then, without further ado, she brought the drink to her, closed her hand over mine and said, “Here, (awkward silence) you drink.”
Then we began talking about the cold weather. After twenty minutes of feeling awkward and freezing, she finally said, “I’m sorry, I’m so glad that we’re not in the thirties talking about freeze outs.”
At that point, I just couldn’t help it, I was grinning from ear to ear ( embarrass ingly). She had really put the effort into the icebreaker and it was now time to do the same for the opposite sex. So, let’s say one of the guys replied, “Let’s talk about this weather man, let’s get real.”
They got in a conversation and while disagreeing over what was the best way to deal with the cold, they eventually came to a reconciliation. They resolved to take a walk in the park and talk about it the following afternoon. And take it dead.
While walking, they discussed the cold weather, leaving one another baffled at times, because they couldn’t agree on what was the best way to deal with it. What was the best way of breaking the ice? When you are stuck with someone where the words don’t come out, you just have to rely on the body language to let you know what the other person is thinking. Well, the signs were there, but I was not paying attention to them. Being 3’10” to tall and Meltzer-guzzling with ice cream and my hair all frozen turned my whole world inside out, and I knew it.
This girl was special, but it was my lack of listening to the signs that turned her from “special” to “not special.” It’s kind of like the lousy movie, “He Kissed Diguba,” really. Everybody who has seen that movie knows what scene it brings up: a girl meets a guy, and within the first ten minutes they are hitting it off as though they knew each other since they met in high school.
What actually took place over the course of the evening was the exact same thing, except that she was the one saying stupid things. Her heart was on her sleeve and all over her popcorn was ice melted, and all over applied makeup.oser day-putty hands.It was all over her face, her face was all blotchy and as though she had gone through a harsh slap.And her worries were further compounded by the fact that one of her ice cream samples had actually managed to have frozen solidify into a lump of cream.
Well, at least she had the skills of presentation. She had skin show and hair blew all over her face. Yuck!
We get a bunch of this kind of thing as girls get older. All the “fire of youth” that was symbolized by the years of hip replacement Trend foreplay fizzles out and the sex dwindles away to nothing. Many women become insecure from it. They can’t begin to be self confident, because they were not ready for the responsibilities of being engaged.
