"What I can do for you!"

This blog was inspired by a friend's comment to a previous post (Social Skills).

I'm going to hurt some men's feelings with this one, but I have to say what I have to say. If this doesn't apply to you, then don't comment with your pissy attitude on me male bashing. However, if the shoe fits, get to steppin'! (lol) Here goes...

So, as I said in my Social Skills post, I'm tired of hearing "I can do this; I can do that for you". Yeah okay! Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not stuck up, think I'm too good, or conceited, I'm simply more selective. When you know for a full fledged fact that you don't have jack shit to offer than a roll in the hay (if that's even worth it), a cheap date, and idle banter why even approach a woman who (though looks can be deceiving) appears to have it all together. This woman needs a lot more than that and if you had all that or were all that, you wouldn't need to brag about it; the evidence would speak for itself.

I recall an instance in my college days when this guy, (I'll call him Paul) was in hot pursuit of me. At first, he came off with the right qualities, but had this awful habit of bragging about himself and what a good catch he thought he was. This began to wear on me and I kept avoiding dates with him. One day he wore me down and I agreed to go out. Fortunately for good sense, I opted to drive myself instead of him picking me up. Over dinner, Paul commenced to tell me "what he could do for me". "I can get you this, I can get you that. I can take you here." And it went on and on. Though in college, I was pretty resourceful and was doing a good job of taking care of myself. I had good credit, was keeping my grades up, had a job, had a good social life, traveled all over the country and really didn't want for much. That aside, Paul kept throwing what he could do for me in my face and I'd had enough. I reached into my purse, pulled out enough money to cover the cost of my meal and stood up with these words spewing from my mouth, "...there ain't much you can do for me than I'm already doing for myself. In fact, the only thing you can do for me if fuck me, but you'll never get the chance cause I've got hands a vivid imagination. So, now that's established, have a nice evening. I'm leaving." His mouth fell open and for the first time all evening he had nothing to say.

I'm not one of those women who feels that she doesn't need a man, but I damn sure don't need a man telling me what he thinks he can do for me. I work, pay my bills, can do manual labor, and ain't afraid of breaking a nail. With all the sex toys on the market, I could probably fuck myself pretty good too. (ladies stop laughing; and men, pick your jaws up). Yeah, it's that damn serious! How would your average man feel if a woman approached him with some triflin comment like that? A man with some good damn sense in his head, would be like, "what the? Bitch please!" No one wants to hear that shit. Game recognizes game, so if you're coming correct, a woman of good and discerning character will pick that up; but when men come with that triflin bullshit, women ain't hearing you. Well, not one with some sense of sense and sensibility.

Now, that I've said my piece (though I could go on), I'm out.