Category: Stupid Things Men Do


In no particular order, here are some things that men do that grate on my nerves.

- Interrupting.
Okay, so…we’re on a date, which theoretically means you’d like to get to know me better, right? THEN WHY THE FUCK DO YOU KEEP CUTTING ME OFF? Everytime I start to talk about something, whatever is in your mind is so much more important. I guess another man’s penis is more important to me then. Go away.

- Leading Someone On
There’s nothing wrong with messing around with someone you like. Fine, you don’t want to make anything official, but you’ve still been seeing the girl and/or messing around often enough that one could conclude feelings are involved.

It was more than just fucking around…. a seven hour drive just talking, putting your arms around her and kissing her cheek in front of your family, admitting your jealousy when she talks to her male friends, taking her cat to the vet with her, etc. All that, and then you say “I DON’T WANT A GIRLFRIEND.” Okay, if she likes you enough, she’ll stick with you, settling for the casualness and hoping you’ll change your mind, since after all, you’re with her all of the time.

Then, randomly, you’re “in a relationship.” Wow. Okay, so its not “I don’t want a girlfriend,” it’s “I don’t want YOU as my girlfriend.” Wouldn’t it have just been easier and nicer to say that in the first place, instead of telling her how beautiful she is, buying her dinners, helping her with family issues, fixing her car, and all those other stupid things a boyfriend would do? Why even waste a woman’s time?

There’s a difference between just fucking someone for casual sex, and leading someone on.

-Being a Flake
To be honest, I didn’t like these guys that much to begin with, so when they get flaky, it just makes me dislike more. I don’t understand men who will repetitively ask a woman out, tell her they like her a lot, ask for her number, give vague future plans, then just NEVER follow through.

An example: one guy sent me an email stating he’d liked me a lot since college, five years ago. After running into me again, he really hoped he could see me again, would love to take me out on a date. He was away at school, asked for my number, and said he’d call me that weekend.

Frankly, I could have cared less. But I’m in that whole “give everyone a chance” phase. He never called. Weeks later, apologized, said he’d been really busy at school. Asked to make it up to me. Fine. Did it again. Then sent one jokingly saying he how never goes through with what he says. I didn’t like him, now I LOATHE him. Its just annoying now. I was willing to give you a chance until i spent 5 months randomly answering his messages about much he likes me and wants to take me out. My ass. If you liked me, you would have made it happen.

Another example – a guy who will constantly say he’s coming to hang out, willing to pick you up, meet up, etc. Yet, EVERY TIME he mysteriously doesn’t show. Not even a “hey can’t make it.” Just…not showing. Okay, well I’m not the one up your ass, you’re the one randomly calling and texting to tell me you want to see me that night. Why are you bothering me then? I could have made plans with someone I actually want to see.

And that concludes this installment of things that men do that irritate me. More to come.

Wasn’t gonna post this, because he reads my website. But fuck it.

Here we go -

Guy I occasionally talked to on okcupid.com added me to facebook months ago.

We rarely talk, never more than “hey, whats up”

Just now, he facebook chatted me.

He said what’s up, I said, contemplating going outside for a cig.

He asked if I had any pictures of me smoking, cause he thinks that’s sexy.

I said there might be a few, but I don’t really take pics while smoking.

He said, “We should meet up sometime.”

I said, “Sure, if you come around here. I don’t drive.”

He wrote, “ok.”

I watched a video of someone’s cat repeatedly knocking something off a ledge.

Came back to his chat, and after ok, it said, “AND FUCK.”

I thought I missed something, wrote “fuck what?”

“Me”

Um even if it was a joke, it’s coming from some guy I’ve never met, don’t know ANYTHING about……

so I wrote, “errrr……” because I didn’t know what to say.

Within a few seconds it said he was offline. I went to his facebook page and I had been deleted. Just for writing “err??”

Whatever. I never had faith in men anyway.

This had the potential to be an AMAZING story, but unfortunately, the texts between him and I that I had planned on transcribing were deleted in my phone. Shit happens. So we begin -

One day at work, a certain company that brings things to us had a new employee as our delivery person. I remember hearing my managers talking to him, and hearing him say the phrase, “I NEVER WANT TO BE MARRIED.”

Weeks later, he came again, this time as our new regular delivery person. I didn’t recognize him, but he said something to me, and suddenly it hit me. “You’re the guy that never wants to be married, right?” I asked him. He agreed, then started to defend himself. “No, it’s okay, I don’t want to be married either. I just remember you telling my boss that last time.”

And he left.

 

About an hour later, there’s a phone call for me. I answered and a sexy male voice asked if I would give him my number. Once I realized who it was, I immediately gave it to him. And when I hung up I think I probably giggled. He is tall, covered in tattoos, has long salt and pepper hair that he sometimes wears in a bun, and these sexy black glasses. And of course, he smokes, which is a big turn on for me.

Silly little child that I am, I was EXCITED. He was adorable, and he called my job to get my phone number!

 

Two hours later, I had my reality check. His text message was just, “why never marrie?”

1. spelling error.

2. starting with a stupid question.

 

We went back and forth with text messages for about a week and a half. It started off discussing why I don’t believe in marriage, and went on asking superficial questions. One in particular-

- do you have a boyfriend?

__ no, do you?

- no.

His texts were filled with awful spelling errors, really dumb things, and a lot of “are you there?”s whenever I didnt immediately answer. I had originally saved the text in hopes of transcribing it to this website, but unfortunately, shit happens and it got deleted.

He asked if i was “Promisicuos” because he was promiscuous. I told him no, i wasn’t, and that I liked to get to know guys before doing anything with them. He basically said he wanted to mess around, but would be okay with “just” making out so we could get to know each other. I was reluctant, but he was adorable, so I agreed. He even offered to let me set boundaries, so I would feel comfortable.

The morning we agreed to meet, I was off from work but awoken by a text message at 5am from him, asking if I was excited, because he was. Uh, yea, I said. I gave him directions (he was coming from NJ) and met him outside, in his delivery truck. He had taken time out of his route to come to my neighborhood and make out with me. Either he liked me, or he was desperate.

I got in his truck and we talked and smoked for about ten minutes. Then we went to the back of the truck and just made out for a little while. I had exactly one hour with him, because that was all that could be afforded on his route. The next day I saw him at work, where we each said hello, I signed the paper, made a joke, and he left.

That was the last I heard from him. He was out sick for a couple of weeks, but in that time, he had stopped texting me. One day, my managers were discussing him. Just general things about his torn knee or something. But then, one of them said, “ISN’T HIS GIRLFRIEND, OR WIFE HAVING HER BABY SOON?”

“what.” I said. “I thought he ‘never wanted to be married?’”

“Oh, well then his girlfriend. Isn’t her baby due soon?”

Then I saw him one week, and the next, and the next. I just ignored him, because he had stopped talking to me. And eventually, one day two men showed up 4 hours later than usual to take his route.

“Oh, where’s Charles?” I innocently asked.

HIS WIFE JUST HAD HER BABY THIS MORNING,” he said.

“His wife? Did he just get married? I didn’t realize he was.”

“No, he’s been married for a LONG TIME.”

 

Ouch. So I sent him a text: Congrats on the baby. Your wife must be proud.

 

The next time I saw him, he said good morning to me. I asked him why the FUCK he was talking to me. “I’m just a nice guy,” he claimed. “Well don’t fucking talk to me.” I told him. Ever since then, he doesn’t look at me, speak to me, or walk near me. He finds someone else to sign the papers, I’ve even caught him walking around the island display so that he isn’t near me.

 

But the happy part of this tale is that Karma is a bitch. Recently, he came to my job in a bad mood. Someone complained, and my boss told that person to take it easy on him, because he just found out his WIFE WAS CHEATING ON HIM AND HE WASN’T SURE THAT HER BABY WAS HIS.

I laughed.

 

This is from around 2006. I tried to edit some of it but I left the rest.

 

One day after work, I get on the bus and take the only empty seats, in the very back. I started rummaging in my purse to find my Ipod, and someone sitting across from me reached over and gently took a piece of my hair to play with. I was automatically defensive but before I flipped out, I recognized the young man. He apparently lives in my neighborhood, and is a friend of a friend. We usually just say hi when we see each other, and once he asked me out but I declined. He told me he liked my purple hair, I thanked him, and went back to digging in my purse.

A few minutes later, I pulled out my ipod and heard, “Whatchu listenin’ to, shorty?”

I thought to myself, “surely no one dare call MOI ‘shorty.’ “

So I ignored it. And then someone reached over and tapped me and said it again. The black guy sitting next to the guy I kinda know was the one calling me shorty. And so I said, “Technically, I am not listening to anything. I haven’t even turned it on yet.” He said that was a good point and what was I planning on listening to? Oh I don’t know I said, whatever I feel like. And so I put my headphones on and he talked on his phone.

Another few minutes pass and I hear something else, but ignore it, intuitively knowing he was bothering me again. But of course, since a woman is ignoring him, he now has to reach over and tap me again. “What’s your name, SHORTY?” I ignored him, but he persisted and tapped me again and asked. Annoyed, I did my sarcastically excited bit and said “My name is **! What’s your name!!!!” He kept asking me questions such as where I lived, where I’m from. I answered sarcastically and with random ghetto phrases, just because there was no where else to sit, and I knew he wasn’t going to leave me alone. I pretended I lived next door to that guy that I mentioned earlier, who played along and pretended we could see into each others’ bedrooms and had dinner together all the time.

The conversation just kept getting worse and worse. I don’t even know what the stupid man was saying -  something stupid, sexist, moronic, pathetic, etc. whatever. He said something about making me suck his dick with ice in my mouth so I said I had really bad cavities and ice made my teeth hurt. He kept going on so finally I was just telling him I was a lesbian and he didn’t believe me so I went on about how I love ‘dem girls with big knockers.” That was dumb of me because he pointed out that I have “a really nice set” etc but I said it’s not the same I like to grab on to someone else’s titties and I kept it going and he kept saying I was missing out and blah blah blah and so basically my bus ride was pretending im a lesbian, him telling me I “need a man.” and ‘need to turn around” “change my ways” “dont’ know what I’m missing” etc. he also mentioned how “girls that go that way” have usually been “really hurt by a man” and that I probabably have “a broken heart” and that I should open up and go back to guys.

He said when I went home, I was going to think about what he said and I was going to let my hair down and unzip my shirt and show my breasts and wear some tight jeans. And the guy I kinda know chimes in “oh but you can work with that, right?” meaning me as is, no breasts “showing” etc… and so this moron starts going on about how YES, HE CAN work with “that” and how he likes some meat on his women and he starts graphically talking about how good i’d look in the shower all covered in steam and how deep he’d go and lots of other fantastic things I just can’t remember because I was mortified.

I knew ignoring him was futile, so I continued with my lesbian thing and then I gave up and added that I had herpes and I was hiv positive and he told me to stick out my tongue and say ahh and he was checking my tongue.. he said if it was white I was sick but it wasn’t so I’m fine. He also mentioned something about how deep his dick would go in my mouth.

I kept up with the whole herpes thing and this big black woman and her baby sat nearby and she started laughing so I said “isn’t my tongue white? I’m sick right” and she started laughing and telling him “if someone told me they had herpes I would definitely stop talking to them.” Then they started an argument about whether or not people are sick, he said that they’d have such and such symptoms and she’s like arguing, saying but how do you know they are sick if they don’t have an outbreak? And how do you know that that person doesn’t just have different symptoms and you have to play it safe etc.

She got off the bus and he told me he always uses a condom and he’d double up with me. Then when I said but I sleep around alot, that’s how I got herpes, and I think I’m also hiv positive, he said he’d triple up. Smart people know that putting on more than one condom causes friction and the condom is more likely to BREAK by doing that, but apparently he does not know this.

This whole time I was typing on my sidekick but the only one online was my friend Joe and he really wasn’t paying attention so I was just typing pointlessly to have something to do to help me ignore the guy and he said things like “oh you’re typing to your girlfriend right now, telling her it’s over. You’re gonna listen to me about going back to guys right?” I said “no I dont have a girlfriend I sleep around.” He then tried to hook me up with his “black lesbian friend who likes white girls” but I was like nah I dont need a girlfriend.

Eventually I got off to transfer buses but I had to wait 40 minutes for the bus, and there was a woman walking by who said, “I love your hair how did you do that?” I told her it was purple dyed over pink, and she said it looks great.

Then it started raining and a woman at the bus stop was asked,  ‘Do you want to share my umbrella?” and I said no thank you. But I still thought that was very nice of her. When I got off the bus, a different woman got off the bus with me and started walking in front of me, then just turned around randomly and said “Would you like to share my umbrella?” I said no thank you.

So in summary, a strong case against men and three cases for women.

N-I-C-E

I was visiting my brother Wally with my mom and a friend. Our day had been hectic and busy, but we ended it at a local diner in the town where my brother was.

We ate, laughed, and talked. Everyone was leaving as i was heading to the bathroom before starting to drive back here to New York.
As i was walking out of the bathroom, I was looking around and spotted a table with three guys. I noticed how one of the guys was looking at me, and just kept walking towards the corner to turn to the exit.
Since I could feel this burning sensation of being stared at, i glanced over and sure enough this guy was eyeballing me. Like whoa.
At the same time, he jerked his arm to the other two guys and then all three of these dudes were staring at me.
This of course made me feel like I had something on me, or my fly was unzipped (but I was wearing jeggings, so not possible). I looked away in an awkward-uncomfortable way, and was almost free when I glanced back to see if they were still looking at me. They were.
And then the guy who had originally been staring at me mouthed the word, “Nice” to me.

Yeah. Not nice, just kind of creepy. It just made me feel awkward and more timid than I normally feel when being stared at. Gross.

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