Types of Girls to Avoid #2: Girls With Insignificant, Significant Others

Between the ages of 13 and 18, I learned an extremely valuable lesson: Do not actively chase a girl who is involved in a relationship. I don’t care how bad the relationship is, how much the girl constantly bitches about her boyfriend, if he’s a degenerate who is constantly cheating on her, don’t do it. If you find yourself wanting a girl who is previously involved, stop, and walk away. 

At one point during college, a friend of mine told me how him and his girlfriend started dating. Turns out he stole her from another guy. My first reaction was, “‘Dude, you are my hero”, because I had been in this situation at least 3 times prior. I thought surely it couldn’t be done. Years later, I find out the same person’s next relationship was started in a similarly dubious manner, and was just appalled. 

So what changed in those years? Well, I suppose part of it was that I had been involved in a serious relationship myself, and would never want to be on the other end of that. Part of it, was I just grew up. I now realize that it is a pretty scummy thing to try and do to another person. What happened to honor? Respect? Decency? There are certain things you don’t do to other guys, and this one should be chief among them. What makes a man try and steal another man’s woman. No, I don’t mean to lay claim that any woman should belong to someone, but to go after another person’s significant other is just a pretty low thing to do. It really sucks to be on the other end of it, and I guess that’s a sympathy you can’t get unless your in the position, but it shouldn’t be too hard to imagine. There is a great Kurt Vonnegut line that I think people should really take to hard when dealing with other’s, “Please, a little less love, a little more common decency”. Religious values aside, the world would be a lot better place if we were just a little more decent to one another. 

As a English major, I have countless examples of great love triangles from writings throughout the ages. In fiction, it all ends the same way: very badly.  None of the involved parties ever walk away unscathed. Tom, Daisy, and Gatsby. Rick, Ilsa, and Victor. This particular brand of love triangle comes with a heavy burden. Let’s look at this. If I stole a girl from another guy, had a mad passionate affair, or even just a strong connection, during their tenure as a couple, how on earth am I supposed to trust her? If a girl was so flippant that she could form a connection like that, while with another guy, I’d be really paranoid that she would do the same thing to me. Seeing as trust should be at the foundation of any relationship, this is a huge building block to be missing when starting a budding relationship. This relationship is doomed from the start

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Reason #15: The "John Cusack" Paradox

Let me start this off by I love and appreciate the talented work of John Cusack. That aside, he has really screwed over the gents. You ask any girl what they are looking for from a guy, I assure you that the word romance pops up. And what is our shining  example of romance? John Cusack. Sixteen Candles. Say Anything. Serendipity. The dude has been in the romance business for decades. 

What I have taken away from these movies that any fuck up in a relationship can be surely glossed over with a killer Peter Gabriel, some sweet words, and a winning smile. The problem here is that girls want big romantic gestures, but the actuality of these wouldn't go your way in real life. If I held a boom box over my head to a girl, at best, she'd chuckle at the reference, but it wouldn't win her over.

Another shining example I would like to give for this is How I Met Your Mother. There is an episode where our hero Ted, after 10 weeks of consecutive "no"s from a girl, plans an extremely elaborate date in  just over 2 minutes.  You can glance that here:

Two Minute Date 

Incredibly sweet to watch, would be grounds for a restraining order in real life. If i went through the trouble of having an appliance store play a cut together movie, my waitress acquaintance to serve us 10 seconds of dinner and another 10 of dessert a minute later, and got a cab driver to circle the block constantly for 2 minutes, I'm pretty sure I would scare the bejesus out of a girl. All this, I reiterate, is following ten weeks of rejection.

So what does this mean? Do we not attempt the big gestures? My assumption is always ere on the side of caution. We live in a jaded world these days. I can't imagine a girl not getting creeped out at any romantic gesture that grand and meticulously thought out. Maybe romance is dead, or maybe we just have to dole it out in perfectly pint sized doses, and not have it shoved down there throat. Maybe a spoonful a day.  In this modern-day, mixed-up, crazy world we live in the days of romantic cliches are gone. After 9/11 we can't chase girls down to the gate anymore, what a stunning blow to. romance.

 

The "Victoria" Theory

Victoria: So the thing that always screws it up is the next day. Right? So why don't we just cut that part out. 

Ted: What are you saying?

Victoria: I'm saying, I'm here. You're here. This is a big romantic wedding. Why don't we just dance and have a great time, and when it's over never see each other again?

Ted: Unless...

Victoria: No unless. No emails, no phone numbers. Not even names. Tonight we will make a memory that will never be tarnished. And then when we're old and gray, we'll look back on this night, and it'll be perfect. 

This conversation is taken from a season one episode of How I Met Your Mother, and is an excellent theory. The problem with this is clearly that you could be missing out on something spectacular. Sure, the odds aren't necessarily in your favor. Even in the show (Spoiler alert) Ted & Victoria eventually date, it ends badly. That perfect first night serves as a prelude to a devastating breakup. 

What is it about relationships, or rather the bitter breakups and heart-wrenching memories that make the happy times be tarnished? Should we be like Victoria, and practice not jumping in? Lately I'm beginning to put stock into this theory. For example, I met a girl while getting tested on in the hospital. We had a nice, long conversation. She lived close, worked in my town. I probably bumped into her 9 million times over the course of my life without even realizing it. I never had the guts to ask her out, and I'm left wording how that would of went. She is the best example of a "What if" girl I can think of. When a girl is making an hours worth of small talk on something that should take ten minutes, well awkwardly saying, "You have very nice looking insides" thats a sign that you should go for it. Whatever, the reason, I didn't. Do I regret it? Yes, and I'll be forever haunted by the fact that it really could have been something great. As much as wanted to do it, it could have been spectacular, or gone down in flames. As Ted would say, "It's the one thing that will always be pure, unadulterated awesome" 

So do we chase our "what ifs" or do we let them stay as beautiful memories?

Reason #32: What's in a Label?

We live in a society of labels. Age. Sex. Occupation. Marital Status. We are made up of labels. I'm a 24 year old male who is presently unemployed and single. So according to society, I'm not doing such a bang up job at life. Isn't the goal the wife, the 2.5 kids, the big job, and the picket fence?

So, when you look at relationships of the romantic sort, it only stands to reason that there are going to be labels. Are you dating? Are you in a serious relationship? Are you going steady? Boyfriend/Girlfriend? Living together? Engaged? Engaged to be engaged? and so forth. I feel there is a lot of pressure, especially in a burgeoning relationship to define what exactly it is. If I were to ask a girl out, and spend a few evenings with her, are we dating? Is she my girlfriend? Which is it. It's always an awkward, and sometimes stupid and unnecessary conversation. You have to check though, just to see that you are on the same page.

As a rule of thumb, if I go out with a girl, and like her enough to see her subsequently, I'm generally not out looking for other girls to spend my time with. I think "dating" is stupid. I've never been the "play the field" type of guy. There are some people out there that genuinely enjoy the satisfaction of adding another notch to their bedpost, but that will never be me. We shouldn't feel any pressure to box in things to these preconceived labels. How is it any different if I feel the same about a person, but instead of saying we are dating, I call her my girlfriend? It shouldn't really matter. Alas, there are those types of girls that when they hear the terms girlfriend or boyfriend, they get freaked out, assuming it's this giant level of commitment that

they aren't ready to commit to.

Why does it happen? Is it the previously mentioned emphasis on labels that society places. Why can't you just go out with a girl a few times and not have to have that discussion? The whole aspect of this has always seemed very high-school to me, and as I slowly get through my twenties, it gets even more immature and tiring.

When I was 20, I "dated" an 18 year old girl for about a month. When it got to the point to have the conversation with her, I pulled her over and said, "What are we doing here?" She immediately responded with a very callous, "I told you a month ago that I didn't want a relationship"

Back it up just a little bit. A month prior to this, I invited her to hang out, not really asking her on a date per-say, I saw in her online journal that she mentioned having a date with me. Since she put the label on this, I clearly assumed that that was what she wanted. So that night, I worked up the nerve to kiss her, and that was that. I spent a month being fairly involved with the girl. I saw her multiple times a week, I brought her home-made baked ziti at work. Basically, I was a nice guy and I put the effort into it. So, what exactly happened there?

I joked with my friends that she just wanted to screw around with other guys. And I don't think that was entirely too far off. She later mentioned regretting letting me get away. What I ended up taking from it (aside from my never date a girl who is 2 years younger than you rule) is that some girls put entirely too much emphasis on the labels.

Fast forward to 2008. I'm in a very similar, but very different situation. I am talking to a good friend, and there is the obvious attraction and chemistry there. We decide to make a go of it, she freaked out, I got frustrated. Repeat this cycle for about 7 months. All because she didn't want a boyfriend. I never even said the word, and for all intents and purposes we went through the motions of being a couple, but with none of the physical stuff.

So what does it mean to be a boyfriend? Is it physical? Emotional? Circumstantial? Committal? I would really love to be able to answer this question, but I'm afraid I don't know. The labels and terms all get mixed and muddled to me, and I think their specific societal labels have muddled them into something that is completely meaningless to me.

Reason #110: Always the Jester

I like making girls smile. I like making people happy. I like brightening up somebody's crap day. Any time I see somebody is upset I will crack a joke or a witty remark. What I don't like, however, is constantly being the person that people look to for that. 

There comes a point where it gets tiring to hear, "Hey, I had a crappy day, cheer me up" on the spot. First off, there is just pressure in that statement. If you are boring, or in a crappy mood yourself, and don't manage to say something clever or charming or adorable, that's it. You are done for. They want nothing to with you. Secondly, if I am having a crap day, the last thing I need to do is focus on cheering somebody else up, I should be working on myself.  In rare occurrences, I feel like that is the only reason some ladies talk to me. 

As a general note, there are the types of people who, when everything is fine, they are ghosts in your life. When they need somebody to bitch to, or to get a cheap laugh out of, bam they reemerge. It gets tiring.  I'll admit I call people just to vent, but I will generally care about what is going on with them, how their life is, etc. Friendship is not mutually exclusive, it goes both ways. I don't understand why people do something like this. I don't know if it's selfish, or just taking advantage of a person's kindness. Who knows. 

5 Reasons Why I Love Girls

As much belly-aching as I do about women, I thought I would mention 5 things that I adore about them. In a reversal of my complaints about all things Katy Perry, I figured I would mention 5 great albums by ladies that I love.

Volume One by She & Him. In case you didn't know She & Him is the musical partnership between M. Ward, and Zooey Deschanel. Okay, I know I said by ladies, but as much as this is a partnership and M. Ward is great, Zooey's pipes are really the main act here, and they are my favorite thing about it. I know a few people who are pretty "meh" on the album. I can't state how much I am diggin' this record lately. It's the perfect mix of jazz, soul, and a complete 60s feel. I put this album on when I work on my new script, or when I want to get into the Cigarette/Whiskey kind of mood. This record is completely old school, and it doesn't apologize for it in the least, nor would I ever ask it to. 

Stand out tracks:

Take it Back

I Thought I Saw Your Face Today 

Sweet Darlin'

Sentimental Heart

You Really God A Hold On Me

Where to check em out: www.myspace.com/sheandhim

Incidentally (shameless self plug), Zooey if you ever see this and want to be sing and act in, what I believe is an awesome movie, drop me a line.

Tristan Prettyman's Twentythree was a nice college discovery for me. I don't entirely remember how I discovered her music, which is rare. It might have been on indie radio, it might have been boredom online, it might have just been a random download. I don't know. What I do know is when I heard this I was on a major indie folk type kick. This album has a special place in my heart, just because I discovered it my last year of college. I was in a steady relationship, and my ex was a sucker for anything with a chick on guitar. She listened to it non-stop, and I listened to it pretty fairly consistently as well. This is just a solid, solid effort from a great artist. I saw her perform many of these songs on Feb 15th, 2006 (There's a recording online if you are clever and know how to find such things) and it just really cemented my appreciated of Tristan as a musician.  Her new album, is quite solid too. Check out the song In Bloom from it. 

Stand out Tracks:

Smoke

Love, Love Love

Electric

Where to Check Her Out:  www.myspace.com/tristanprettyman

Autumn Fallin by Jaymay. This is probably the least well known artist on my post. On my folk kick, I also discovered a local (to NYers) musician. I first discovered her EP Sea Green, Sea Blue, specifically the song Gray or Blue.  Something about her lyrics, her singing style, and her guitar work all just clicked to me. I fell in love with her EP, but I feel the LP is equally strong, and deserves some attention. A couple of the EP tracks made it to the album, but I ended up falling even more in love with the rest of the album. Hard to Say is one of the most interesting, unique, jazzy tunes I have heard in awhile. I have put this song on at family functions and nobody can guess that it isn't from an old jazz singer. If you live near a major city, and walk around in the mood for some folky stuff, this album is just perfect for it.

Stand out tracks:

Hard to Say

Gray or Blue

You are the Only One I Love

Ill Willed Person

Where to Check Her Out: www.myspace.com/Jaymay

Jenny Lewis's Rabbit Fur Coat. Thanks to some friends, I fell in love with Rilo Kiley, Jenny Lewis's most famous musical outlet. On her solo debut, Jenny tackles a slightly folkier sound. Her new album Acid Tongue was just recently released, and it I am slowly falling in love with it. I really can't say enough how talented of a musician Jenny Lewis it is, no matter what style of music she goes after. Rabbit Fur Coat is just a complete joy to listen to, and has guests aplenty. Fans of Death Cab for Cutie and Bright Eyes will see those singer's on here.

Stand out Tracks:

Melt Your Heart 

You Are What You Love

Handle With Care (a cover of a Traveling Wilbury's song featuring Ben Gibbard and Conor Oberst)

Where to Check Her Out:  www.myspace.com/jennylewismusic

Last, and certainly not least, a little album Jewel put out called Pieces of You. Everybody should be remotely familiar with the singles from this album Who Will Save Your Soul, Foolish Games, You Were Meant For Me. This album came out in '95, when I was in fifth grade, and is one of the first albums I ever got. You Were Meant For Me brings me right back to those awkward grade school dances, where the boys and girls are awkwardly on separate ends of the gym, until one bold, foolhardy girl just grabs the hand of a scared little boy, then the rest follow suit. Morning Song reminds me of my first girlfriend, and listening to this album on repeat while just laying there enjoying each other's company.  I suppose part of my fondness for this album is sentimental, but it really is a solid effort, and one I don't think she will ever duplicate in quality, no matter which direction she takes as an artist.

Stand out Tracks (that aren't singles):

Morning Song

I'm Sensitive

Daddy

Where to check her out: www.myspace.com/jewel

Reason #27: Where are they hiding?

So, in my last reason, I discussed how much I loathed the bar scene, and how it was a necessary evil in the process of meeting girls. Heres the thing: I have never met a worthwhile girl at a bar. I'm sure great, fantastic, perfect girls are at bars, but generally the types of girls that I end up wanting to be with, they aren't the girls that I'm going to be yelling small talk over bad music.

So the inevitable question I'm asking myself these days: Where am I supposed to meet somebody? In college, aside from bars, it was much, much easier. You see a cute girl in a class, you bump into each other in the book store, you belong to the same club, are you both attend a mutual party. The barrage of generic questions come up. What's your major? What do you want to do with that? Oh, did you take ___ with ___? And before you know you've made a new acquaintance of the opposite sex. Easy as pie.

Unfortunately, for those of us out of college (and didn't opt for grad school, or God forbid a PHD), that method of meeting potential mates comes to a close. And, as I have previously said, I am in my mid twenties, so where the %$#% am I supposed to meet a potential girlfriend?

I could pray for the occasional cute girl to run a test on me at the hospital (true story), but getting the date in that particular situation, is a delicate operation. I could stalk local coffeehouses, maybe do some writing and hope I bump into the girl I'm going to marry, or at least spend a few frustratingly amazing months with. I could do gimmicky things like speed dating, internet dating. I could meet girls at my job, but due to the experience of both myself and my friends, thats an area you don't want to broach (keep on the look out for a future Types of Girls to Avoid) There's always set ups. Friends of friends who I would supposedly adore, but you're friends never know that right type of girl for you. Heck, most of the time you don't even know the right gal for yourself.

It's a bitch to meet somebody after college, and I don't know why it has to be this hard. There are millions of eligible girls out there looking for exactly the kind of guy I am. Heck, I frequent one of the busiest, most populated cities in the world it shouldn't be this hard. Surely if romantic comedies have taught us nothing is that there is a happenstance encounter just waiting for me to enter on cue. I guess we are all just waiting on our Reese Witherspoon or Kate Hudson to enter our lives in a quirky, cute way.

Reason #26: The Bar Scene

Ever since I entered college and got a fake ID (oh so badass I know) I have been painfully familiar with the bar scene. Dive bars, college bars, trendy Manhattan bars, townie bars, they all have their pros and cons. As a whole I find the bar scene to be excruciatingly annoying necessary evil. 

Loud R&B, or nostalgic 80s rock pumping through speakers squeezed into every corner. People packed into every nook with barely any elbow room. Doe-eyed, ditzy bartenders who can't figure out what's in a 7&7. It's really quite a thing to behold.

Unfortunately this habitat is really the main squatting ground for college students and twenty-somethings alike. You go out to bars. You pay 5 bucks for a beer, or you buy a pitcher and drink from tiny plastic cups. You have to scream and scream just to talk to your friend who is five feet away. Thank God it isn't a club, but it isn't slightly far off. 

So if this environment is so unpleasant, why do I (and everybody else in my generation for that matter) keep going back week after week, repeating the cycle? Because everybody else does. Now, I'm fully aware that that is a retarded reason, and just because everybody does it isn't a good reason, but what else am I going to do on a Friday night? Sit at home and blog about why I hate girls?

Sure, the bar scene sucks. Sometimes you strike out, on the good days you meet people. Sometimes you get drunk on your ass and can't even remember what kind of night you had (even though in this is the case it was most likely bad, but vaguely remembered as awesome through drunk eyes and missing scenes). Sometimes you get some really great stories, so I guess thats why I do it. I guess I do it, because despite how much I hate the environment, it's better than sitting around. Plus, where else am I going to meet girls?

Reason #28: The Pack Mentality

So it's Saturday night, 11 PM, you and a buddy are at a local bar. Across the crowded room you lock eyes with a pretty little brunette. The ideal romantic cliche right at your fingertips, but she disappears. She is gone in a flash into a circle of people and cocktails. Sure, you can chock it up to the crowded bar, but the real culprit is much more sinister. 

You see, there's very specific thing about girls at bars that is especially infuriating. They never are alone. I know, I know it's a bar, they aren't going to go out alone. I understand that. It's not that they aren't alone really, it's that they aren't with just one or two friends. They travel in packs of 5, 6,7. It's a whole group.

How is a guy, or even 2 or 3, supposed to crack into that inner sanctum. It takes guts to approach somebody in a bar. It's an awkward situation, but to walk up to a group of five women, 10 eyes all looking and judging you from the moment of contact, is just impossible. You don't have to just score the interest of the one you are trying to talk to, you have to get the go ahead from the entire pack. 

Furthermore, let's toss up a hypothetical into the mix. I see a cute brunette looking at me. I walk over, initiate conversation, turns out- I'm totally off base, but the fact of the matter is her friend thought I was cute. I've already approached the wrong girl. It isn't as if I can turn to the next girl and be like, "Oh, hey, what's up?" I already started trying to talk up her friend, and I strike out where I could have potentially had success if I picked better. It isn't as if one can walk up to a group of girls and simply ask, "Okay, what's the rule here? If I try and talk to one of you, and strike out, can I pick again?" or, "So, before I make an ass out of myself here, do any of you find me cute or charming?" 

Okay, sure, there are some girls out there that bring along their entire group for this sole purpose, but not always. I have known of girls that have been the only single one in a group of married or involved women. Are they going to meet somebody in this circumstance? Possibly, but it is a lot less likely. Ladies, by traveling in packs, it really doesn't make it easy on the guys (but that I suppose would just be too simple and take all the fun out of it). 

Reason #53: The "Piz" Effect

Today's topic isn't necessarily limited to girls, but it is a fairly serious relationship happenstance that any number of you are going to want to avoid.

For fans of Veronica Mars the "Piz" effect should be fairly straight-forward. For the rest of you, just imagine any television program (and there are many of these) that fits this formula. 

Take a look at the trio to the right. Typical television triangle, only what this picture misleads you into believing that the out of focus gent in the middle is coming between the pair in the front... Well that assumption is both right and wrong.

There is a type of relationship trap us fellas get caught in. You see that guy on the left? His name is Piz and he, like many of us, finds himself in a very unfortunate predicament.  In "The Piz Effect" we meet a girl, fall for her instantly, and start to have something. Sure, Piz is a nice fellow, and he starts to really fall for this girl, but he can tell (or he blindly ignores) that there is something beneath the surface brewing. 

And then it happens. We slowly become aware of her history, and more specifically her ex- boyfriend. Oh they had this intense love/hate, on/off relationship. It could have lasted weeks, months, years, etc. Even though they aren't together now they still manage to have a fairly volatile relationship. They may talk, they may fight, or they may be hundred miles away (physically or mentally), but they aren't really apart. No, these two have a bond that keeps pulling them together.

Why they get back together can be for a variety of reasons: inability to let go of the past, love of the familiarity, or maybe, just maybe they truly believe that in the end it's just meant to be. Whatever the reason may be, it's a very problematic situation to be the one that's in the way of that. To be the "love interest" getting in the way of this dramatic couple, the one that sure you like, and may even root for a little, but you are never the one that gets the girl. Karen doesn't end up with Jim. Piz doesn't end up with Veronica Mars, Frasier didn't end up with Diane. Sure we meet the girl, sweep her off her feet for a tiny amount of time, but it's doomed from the start.

What does that make us in the long run? To be the "love interest? Do we hold places in their hearts? Maybe, maybe not. Are we just a footnote in the grand scheme? The parts left out in the story they tell their grandchildren? I'm not sure. It all depends on the girl, and the relationship I suppose. 

I mentioned in my last post that Damsels in Distress tend to come with baggage, this is a specific kind of baggage.  It would be so pretty to think that these girls would realize that if a relationship is that fragile, that they break up, get back together, break up again, get engaged for a few days, etc, etc... it probably isn't meant to be. Even if the ex is out of the picture, he's never really out of the picture. He can come between you just by existing if there is that part of her that is still hopelessly in love with him, it is just a bitch to be a part of. 

Type of Girls to Avoid #1: The Damsel in Distress

Today I'm starting what, I hope, will be a regular feature of this site, Type of Girls to Avoid. Now let's face it there are many, many horrible situations us gents find ourselves, chief amongst these is girls we try to rescue. Growing up we log countless hours hearing adventures of distressed damsels, kidnapped princesses, and the like. We spend night after night as plumbers, elves, rodents, beating level after level. Sure, sometimes the princess is in another castle, but we soldier on. The point I'm trying to get at here is that our youth is built on tales of white knights coming to the aid of beautiful princesses, so it stands to reason that this is seeped into our subconscious when we look at a potential partner. These princesses seem to be drama magnets.

Getting a little personal, I have dated anorexics, bulimics, girls with bi-polar disorder, and girls that have actually spent time in mental institutions. Take my word for it: you can't save everybody. I consider myself a nice guy, but if I have one glaring fault it is is that I'm almost too nice with my White Knight syndrome. I have experienced clear red-flags and turned the other cheek in an effort to not let a little chipped paint ruin a portrait for me. I thought with time, patience, and heck, maybe even a bit of luck, I would wade these women through the troubled times. It put an immense strain on me, because no matter what is going on, I'm the type of person who will put my partner before myself. Sometimes I helped, sometimes I hurt, but I was kept with it, waiting for the brighter day.

Along the way, I have realized that this is bad news from the start. You push, and you lay off. You talk, and you listen. It doesn't really matter. Nothing you do, by yourself, is going to make this girl better. Sure, it can help, but the big differences, they have to work for themselves. A girl could be really freaked out about relationships, due to a messed up history. You can tell her, you can show her in grand romantic ways, that it will be different, but it's up to them to decide.

I don't know if faith or psychiatry is the way to go, but I can tell you that I have run into problems with both. I suppose it depends on the individual and their specific issues. After 12 years of Roman Catholic school, I have become a bit jaded about religion, so discussions on religion with a Bible-belt Christian gal tended to get a little heated. On the psychiatric front, I tend to think popping a bunch of pills and changing your life as dramatically as humanly possible, equally as troublesome to a relationship. Maybe it's me, but I just have had my honest fill of mixed-up, bruised and beaten girls that are looking to me to save them. And I'll admit, it's partly my fault, and it's something I am working towards changing about my future relationships.

In recent times, I have slipped and fallen, and I have felt more lost than normal. I'm not looking for a savior, because if I was, one surely wouldn't come. I'm finally starting to learn how to put myself first, because I know I need a lot of work, but I don't think it is impossible to balance that and helping others. I know some people that decide to focus on fixing themselves can't handle other's leaning on them, but isn't that what a partnership is supposed to be? A give and take. I laugh and joke with others that I would like to meet "just one girl with her shit together", but in all honesty I know nobody really has their shit together, I think we go through these experience just waiting for the bearable amount of issues.

Reason #17: Katy Perry

Words can not even begin to explain my shock, disappointment ,and utter disgust in all things related to one, Ms. Katy Perry.  This pure, unadulterated hate extends to the fans of Katy Perry.

Let's start off simple. Her big number number #1 single, I Kissed a Girl, tied the record for the longest-running number one on the rock chats. Now what possible little band gets to share that prestigious record with Katy Perry? Just this little garage band out of London you might have heard of, The Beatles. John, Paul, George, Ringo and Katy all joined together by this record. Now what did The Beatles get achieve this with, I Want to Hold Your Hand. Oh what a long, long way we have come in this world that I Want to Hold Your Hand and I Kissed a Girl can share this. Faux bisexuality and good ol' fashioned love songs coinciding in perfect harmony. The classy chorus is driven by beats ready to pumped straight into the clubs. 

Expanding on this. I seem to remember a similarly shocking tune that Jill Solube did in the mid 90s. Gosh, what was the name of that again? Oh, right.  I Kissed a Girl. Way to break barriers Katy.  I remember thinking that that was a horrific song lyrically, but okay, it was a little catchy. Hm, how similar, but I guess it's okay. Katy's just one of the boys right?

And the fan's of her work are a piece of....well work. They vary. Sure, there are the pop music loving mass who has a generally poor taste in music as it is, but there is also a special kind of Katy Perry fan. These ladies, and yes I'm narrowing it down to ladies, bust out their acoustic guitar's and jam out their Katy covers at the local coffee house. I have  seen several Perrty-ites jam out to covers to both I Kissed a Girl and Ur So Gay, claiming that she is such a great musician. They say that she is witty, clever and original. 

Let's take a little peek at the witty lines. 

I hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf

While jacking off listening to Mozart

You bitch and moan about LA

Wishing you were in the rain reading Hemingway

You don’t eat meat

And drive electrical cars

You’re so indie rock it’s almost an art

You need SPF 45 just to stay alive

You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys

No you don’t even like

No you don’t even like

No you don’t even like boys

You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys

No you don’t even like

No you don’t even like

No you don’t even like…

You’re so sad maybe you should buy a happy meal

You’re so skinny you should really Super Size the deal

Secretly you’re so amused

That nobody understands you

I’m so mean cause I cannot get you outta your head

I’m so angry cause you’d rather MySpace instead

I can’t believe I fell in love with someone that wears more makeup than…

You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys

No you don’t even like

No you don’t even like

No you don’t even like boys

You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys

No you don’t even like

No you don’t even like

No you don’t even like…

Brilliant stuff right there. She should join the ranks of Hemingway and Fitzgerald, unless of course she only reads Papa Hemingway in the rain.  And of course who can really think of anything bad to say about the line, "You're so gay, and you don't even like boys" with a refrain like that who needs to give peace a chance? She's really breaking new ground here. I mean she already talks about the taste of another girl's cherry chap stick, so she has to go back to the well, and tackle the sensitive subject of homosexuality by further talking about how somebody could be gay without even liking penis. She truly is quite the advocate for relations with the gay and lesbian community.  Thank you Ms. Perry, you truly have opened my eyes.

I really can not wait for her fifteen minutes to come to a close. There are millions of talented singer/song writers that should have the fan base that this girl does, and I'm even sure that some of the fifteen year old girls that she inspires to take up the acoustic guitar will turn out some much, much more talented writing and music

Reason #10: History Lesson

Ok, I admit that I stated this off on a fairly light-hearted note, and over the course of the night I had stumbled onto one fairly large, legitimate gripe. A gripe that I feel should crack the top 10. 

Heres a fairly well known secret:

There are some girls out there who get upset at the slightest mention of any past with another woman.

I was recently having a discussion with a certain lady who, based solely on the subject matter of this here blog, will not give it even the tiniest of peeks. Not out of curiosity, not of wanting to see a creative outlet of mine, nothing. When pushed it was because she, "Didn't want to know about that part of me, or my exs" The logic behind this baffles my mind. I'll own up to the fact that when a girl mentions an ex, I will get the appropriate amount of jealous and shrug it off, but I would never attempt to pretend that I am the alpha and the omega in any girl's universe. 

I'm 24. I have slept with girls, I have done a number of things with a number of girls. Some of these were meaningful, and some weren't. Some of these relationships I cherish, some I banish to the back corner of my mind only to be released in once a year realizations. All of your experiences, the good, the bad, the ugly, they make up who you are as a person. Take for example that I was in a 3 year relationship.

Let's look at that for a second. Three years. From the age of 20 until 23 I was with somebody. In that time I had graduated college, started looking for real work, become of legal drinking age, changed cars, gotten a million cuts, had a sizable amount of life that was lived. 

Yes, during that time the girl in question was at the forefront of all of that. I shared some things with her that I hadn't shared with another individual. That is part of what makes me the person I am at this very moment. There are some messed up issues I have now, and my history is the reason for that. There were also plenty of great stories I have gotten from this as well, and the fact that they involve another woman shouldn't be grounds to never mention them again. 

We shouldn't have to wipe out those parts of ourselves, or have other's make them into blind spots. Every girl I have even remotely been involved with has shaped me. I still think about the girl in 7th grade who would turn me face ten shades of red if she even talked to me. I think about the first date I ever had, and how I didn't own up to my ice skates being too big, and now I have a scar from it. Am I still infatuated with these girls, or even the idea of what they were to me once upon a time ago? No. But I took those experiences, and I grew. I moved on.  

I get the whole jealousy thing, but I don't get the need to whitewash your past. 

Reason #23: They Steal Your Clothes

Now don't get me wrong, I happen to find a girl wearing my (shirt,hoodie, boxers, whatever) insanely cute. In fact, I find it easily within my top ten things that a pair of pretty blue eyes can do to completely ruin me.

So now that that's out of the way, let me also say that I can't tell you how many socks I have lost. Many of these socks have been torn away from their soul mates, their loves, their better halves. It doesn't matter what kind of sock it is, a girl will no doubt end up stealing it. And socks are, sadly, just the beginning of this increasingly horrible phenomena .

This also most importantly extends to T-shirts. One of the worst things a female could do to me is make off with one of my favorite T-shirts. Let me tell you something, I love my T-shirts. I wear them year round, and am quite the fan of layering. I get upset when I lose one for a few months. When I unearth one from the back of a drawer that I haven't worn in a while, it promptly gets bumped up in rotation. I have lost several of my favorite shirts in the past, and it never stings more than when a girl makes off with it, under the guise of me getting it back someday. It's one of the saddest lies you can ever be told, or tell yourself

But it doesn't even stop there. No, not at all. You name it, it's ripe for the stealing. Long sleeve tees, sweaters, hoodies, comfortable pajama pants, boxers, it's all fair game. And it's not like us guys can exactly return the favor. Well, we could, but if I was the type to do that, there would be a whole new meaning behind the title of this blog. Plus, if I was to cut off the problem from the get-go (letting a girl wear anything I own) I would be:

1. A jerk.
2. Shooting myself in the foot, due to reasons already stated.

So ladies, I implore you, as much as you love clothes, and the clothes we wear, do not resort to stealing. We like our clothes too. We may not be as forthcoming with this information, but we do.

About RWIHG

What this blog is not:

• A whiney attempt to get back at any girl that ever wronged me.
• A list of self-satisfying reasons why I'm better than anybody.
• A bitchfest at women in general.

What this blog is:

So at 24, nearly 25,  and it hits me that I keep making all these mistakes with women. Then it hits me that there's the slight (or more than slight) chance that it may not necessarily be me, it might be the women (or girls rather) that I constantly chase. There are certain types (which will be explained in greater depth in the future) that are just horrible news from the get-go, and I'd like help wade my fellow Y chromosome comrades through the murky waters

Ladies, you have your various outlets for this stuff (thank you Sex & The City), and I think it's time for a male's perspective. There is equally enough wrong with both genders. So this is my attempt to sort of level the playing field,  help others, wade through life lessons, and hopefully not repeat them.