These Boys Are So Lame
I genuinely try to be friends with guys. I try to be nice. And somehow, they always manage to ruin it.
Take one of my coworkers — we’ll call him Larry. Larry told me he was getting me something for my birthday. I didn’t ask for anything, but I thought it was thoughtful that he even mentioned it.
He never got the present.
And honestly, I can’t stand when people make you chase them just to keep their own word. There was no reason for him to say it if he didn’t mean it.
Still, being the forgiving person I am, I tried to move past it. I’m bigger than presents. But during a phone call, Larry showed me exactly who he was. He told me I should be using men who hit on me for money — as if that’s the kind of person I aspire to be. When I made it clear that’s not who I am, he called me stupid for it. Said if he were a woman, he would use every man he could.
Not realizing, of course, that the real fool is him.
Does he think those women aren’t giving something up in return for that money? Does he think that life comes without a price? I refuse to prostitute myself for some cash — sorry if that offends his twisted little view of the world.
I’ve been nothing but respectful to him, but the way he talks to me is disgusting. I speak to people the way I want to be spoken to. Meanwhile, he thinks it’s cute to call me a dumbass, a dyke, stupid.
It’s not cute.
It’s a flashing neon sign telling me never to speak to him again.
He demands things from me, expects responses like he’s entitled to my time, yet he shows no real respect. He even admitted that his sister and best friend would never use men for money — and somehow, he doesn’t call them stupid. Only me.
It’s clear he doesn’t see me as someone he actually respects.
And frankly, I never gave him the impression we were that close.
He asks about my blogs like he can’t read them himself, and then acts like we’re best friends.
Boy, please.
Honestly, it’s no surprise he doesn’t have a girlfriend. You’d have to be an idiot to stick around — or he’d have to grow up first. But the way he carries himself just makes me sick.
I’ve thought about blocking him, but ignoring him and letting him talk to himself sounds a lot more satisfying.
Then there’s Hallo.
Boy, am I over him.
He texted me today, asking if I was working. I asked him why that’s the only time he ever texts me. His answer? “Because it’s the only time I get to see you.”
Huh?
If you actually wanted to see me, you’d make the effort.
So I told him, “That doesn’t mean that’s the only time you can talk to me.”
His response? He called me dry.
Excuse me?
I’ve never had a problem keeping a conversation going. If the energy feels dry, maybe you’re the problem.
But I kept it cute and responded, “I’m just following your lead, since you never have much to say.”
He then asked what I’ve been up to — and he’s been sitting on “delivered” for a few hours now.
Because honestly?
I’m over it. Go find someone else to play with.
Where is my prince charming?
I’m tired of all the games and these boys.
I promise you, once I find you, I will never let you go.
Echo R.S 