Showing posts with label girls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label girls. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

15 Dating DON'Ts for Guys...

Following a recent date which I went on with an actually very lovely guy, I got to talking with my friends about the most horrendous things a guy can do on a date. Together, we came up with this list of totally unforgivable activities which make a girl want to slit her throat once she’s got in. It’s not about being perfect in every way, it’s more about treating a girl like the babe she is and not hacking her off so much that she feels the need to send an essay text message afterwards, advising ways in which the first-date technique can be improved for future reference when dating other girls (because he sure as hell won’t be dating her again!) Hope you boys take my advice, and treat your ladies good!

1) DON’T under any circumstances go on a date if you would rather be elsewhere. If you are ill, it’s better to cancel. If your mind is pre-occupied with anything other than how beautiful she’s going to look, it’s better to be honest. If you don’t fancy her, it’s better not to agree to a date in the first place. If you have already eaten by the time you get to a dinner date, it’s better to lie and pretend you haven’t and eat like there’s no tomorrow. If you have made other plans for afterwards, it’s better to bugger them and realise how lucky you are to be with this girl instead. Otherwise, you will make her feel like she’s wasting your time, and there is nothing worse for a girl than spending days getting excited only to feel like a boring waste of space.

2) DON’T have plans for after the date. Even if your lovely lady is a good girl who wouldn’t dream of doing the dirty on the first date, at least have a free evening. She will be flattered that you are so attracted to her that you abandoned everything else in the hope that she might give in.

3) DON’T spend five minutes getting ready. And if you do, DON’T tell her. The odds are she’s been teasing, painting, applying, shaving, tanning, waxing, moisturising, washing, brushing, straightening, curling, pinning, cutting, shopping and antagonising for hours in preparation to see you. When you say that you’ve just got in from the gym and just about had time for a shower, or that you’ve been completing several hours of manual labour to the extent where you nearly thought you wouldn’t make it, it’s basically you saying, ‘I really don’t give one what you think about me. I don’t even know why I’m here.’4) DON’T wear a hoodie or crap shoes. Always over-dress, especially on a first date. You might feel like a loser hopping along to the cinema in a button down shirt and your shiniest shoes, but a girl would a thousand times over prefer that to a guy who makes her feel like she made too much effort. This is particularly applicable if you were really nicely dressed the first time you met her, or if she knows from Facebook pictures that you usually dress well. If you dress down, no matter what the reason, she will automatically assume that you have done it deliberately to sabotage the evening, and hence that you are not interested in her. CLICHE ALERT! : You don’t get a second chance at making a first impression.

5) DON’T go out for a cigarette unless she is a smoker too or it is an exceptionally long date. That is to say it is completely unacceptable to leave a girl at the dinner table after being with her for less than two hours. You may be gagging for one of your tar-filled death sticks, but they are disgusting enough as it is without tainting a short date with their intoxicating smell. If you do, you'll be left looking as lonely as the old guy in this picture...

6) DON’T walk too fast. Just a minor pet hate of mine. If it is an evening date, particularly for dinner, chances are she is wearing heels. She doesn’t want to fall off them, or get her stiletto stuck in a hole because she is running to keep up with you. Where is the fire? Why the rush? Hold her hand, put your arm around her, even link. Anything to show her that you are fine with walking at her speed.

7) DON’T let the amount of time the date lasts be shorter than the amount of time she probably spent getting ready. If I really like you, I find it necessary to spend about two hours getting ready. That is from start to finish, so in that time I would be curling my hair, taking a shower, brushing my teeth, painting my face, putting on the outfit etc. If I wanted to get really particular about it, I would also rant about shopping for four hours, taking a nap in advance so as to appear fresh, pouring yourself into your sexiest underwear and hence wrestling with all kinds of straps and attachments, getting waxed, spending hours on the phone to friends in advance, dreaming about how perfect the date would go in an ideal world and... well, I could go on forever, but like I said, I’m not going to rant about that...

8) DON’T pay if you spent the entire time acting like you would rather have done anything else than be with her. Now, I’m not some sort of feminist extremist; I love lingerie far too much to ever be involved in burning my bras. However, I would always take money out on a date with me, and I hope that any girl would. On the other hand, if I feel like I’ve been agreeable company and that the guy has enjoyed me, then I would let him pay... after having a bit of, ‘Are you sure? Oh thank you.’ BUT. And this is a big BUT. Do not try and settle the bill yourself if you clearly didn’t have a good time. I get that you might feel like you should because, ‘ME TARZAN YOU JANE’ but any self-respecting ‘Jane’ out there is not going to feel comfortable having a guy who she hardly knows sit there and begrudgingly part with money when he obviously will look on the spend as a waste. It is an insult. Be polite, offer to pay. But if you know (and you really should because if you don’t then you’re even more of a monster than you have been throughout the date) that she knows you aren’t interested for whatever reason, when she offers to pay and actually begins taking money out, let her do it. Just because you pay, doesn’t mean that a girl suddenly can’t be disappointed in you anymore and that you were a really generous, sweet, lovely guy. It makes you a chauvinistic pig. Personally, I would a thousand times over prefer to pay and have an amazing night, than have a guy pay when he probably sees you as a waste of money.

9) DON’T tell her she looks ‘Nice’. She’s probably looked in the mirror before leaving her place and thought, ‘Wow, all that effort was worth it... I look phenomenal.’ Then for you to come along and use the most non-descript, mediocre word in the history of the English language is an absolute joke. It’s better to say nothing.

10) DON’T tell her everything you’ve done for the past week and everything you’re going to do next week. This is especially applicable if you’ve had a conversation with her before, because the standard of your conversation that time was probably a massive deciding factor for her when she agreed to see you. Try and pick up where you left off, rather than going over the mundanities of your daily life.

11) DON’T point out the tiniest spot you have on your face as if you were really gutted, when you’re blatantly not interested in how she perceives you in the first place. This will confuse her. She’ll think, ‘Awhh bless him, he was self-conscious about a zit because he knew he was seeing me’ but then later when the rest of the date has been decidedly average she’ll be thinking, ‘He could have had a million zits on his face and he wouldn’t have been any less attractive to me than he is right now.’ Also, boys pointing out spots often lead to embarrassing bouts of verbal diarrhoea which somehow lead to her confessing just how many inches of foundation she has applied in order to leave the house feeling remotely human. Not good.

12) DON’T let a massive text message-encouraged build-up occur if you know the date is going to be lack-lustre. She’ll feel a thousand times more let down if you spend the days leading up to the date texting her telling her you can only imagine how hot she’ll look, or how you can’t wait to kiss her again, before acting majorly disinterested throughout the date.

13) DON’T make a big deal about it if she doesn’t finish her food. Portion sizes are way too big in restaurants, especially if a girl has any plan regarding getting ‘FREAKAY’ following what was supposed to be a successful date. We are littler than you. Hence we don’t eat as much. Usually. If you start reprimanding her about not finishing her food, she’ll feel like she’s at dinner with some tight-arse elderly relative who doesn’t want to pay for uneaten food. For all you know, she really enjoyed it! She’s just ‘full’.

14) DON’T assume that just because she didn’t eat all of her main she’s not interested in dessert. I often save room for dessert deliberately, because it is my favourite course. Having said that, if you’ve spent the entire date banging on about how you’re in a rush to get the car back, or go out for a drink with your mate, she’s probably going to feel so bad about wasting your time that she will skip desert and make a rather pointed comment about having a chocolate bar when she gets in.

15) DON’T and this is a massive thing, DON’T, DON’T, DON’T lean in for a kiss on the cheek if the date has been terrible. If she’s not all over you like cheese on a cheese-burger by the end of it, laughing and smiling, touching your arm, looking you in the eye, then why on God’s Earth do you think she wants a kiss on the cheek? She probably feels like you are only doing it because you think you should, and that you really don’t want to. That is one of the most degrading ends to a terrible date; feeling like you have to let some guy kiss you on the cheek because he paid for your dinner, even though he doesn’t even deserve so much as to be around you for another minute longer. Again, this is particularly relevant if you have shared some sort of passionate clinch before because if she wasn’t as self-assured as she really should be, she will probably spend the next couple of weeks worrying about what she did wrong that made you so repulsed by her that you couldn’t even summon the energy or will to pretend to be after more.

As for the girls out there, put it all down to experience. If you shared a nice time with him in the past, it might actually serve you well to eradicate all memory of this mess from your brain and imagine some unfortunate tragedy which would have prevented you from seeing him again... perhaps he got deported, or sent to war, or found out he was gay all along. The odds are that he wasn’t a bad guy; he’s just got bigger fish to fry right now... surely if he was never interested he wouldn’t have taken you out in the first place. Hold out hope for that apology text explicitly describing some ridiculous reason as to why his behaviour should be forgiven, and if it is good enough, give him another chance, but only if he tries really hard to earn it, because if not, you are worlds too good for him in the first place. Until then, have pity on him. Poor guy screwed up an awesome opportunity epically and is so wrapped up in himself that he doesn’t even realise what he’s missing. Shame. Shame. Shame.

Have heart readers! We will one day have our Happily Ever After J

gabriellasofia

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

If We Were a Movie... Romance Might Exist.

Just a quickie tonight before I get a few hours of well deserved beauty sleep after my day of being sat on my backside doing nothing of any importance whatsoever... actually perhaps I should attempt to make my evening a bit more productive in order to reduce my guilt (why is is that the closer the deadlines loom, the more I'm in denial about their existence?)
My day of watching US teen dramas including One Tree Hill, 90210, Glee, Gossip Girl and Hellcats (what can I say, it's been a long day...) has made me notice an area where real-life UK - and perhaps worldwide, although I couldn't be sure - youngsters are truly missing out.
'How's your love-life?' What a question. Whether it fills you with dread at the thought of having to post-mortem your most recent romantic failing, or instills selfish excitement at an opportunity to brag about quite how loved-up and sexually active you've been recently, it's likely that you are familiar with the cliche, or words to its effect.
So let me ask you this; tell me something romantic. Ah. Now you are stumped. Don't feel bad, I'm just trying to prove a point. Considering our screens are constantly dominated by rocks on a window pane, acoustic love songs in grimy bars and 'promise' rings, most young people are unlikely to be aware of anything more romantic than a tearful girl being accompanied to the pharmacy by the one-night-stand she pulled towards the end of the night after the condom he'd been carting around in his pocket for only God-knows-how-long didn't quite keep up its end of the bargain.
Don't get me wrong, I know that this doesn't apply to everybody out there, and it's the stories to the contrary that keep the romantic in me hopeful... But is it really too much to ask to meet a cute guy in the library who doesn't actually need five pints of snake-bite rotting his liver before he gets up the courage to ask what you're reading?
Recently, a friend of mine who was looking around a new house with his family couldn't help but notice just how pretty the girl was whose room he might end up moving into. She offered him a cup of tea, and they chatted about uni, smiling and flirting until the parents had satisfied their need to check every nook and cranny for damp etcetera. It was time to leave, so he left. Now, even he (who might well kill me for telling his story) couldn't help but tell me about her, admitting bashfully (which is quite becoming on said young man...) 'I can't get her out of my mind.'
Rather naively I suggested he go, knock on her door and tell her what he told me. Silly me, I seem to have forgotten that we don't live in a Hollywood chick-flick. 'Maybe I can pull her if she's out this weekend' was the response I got. Wow. And I was just about to believe in romance. Silly me indeed.
Then my friend went on to make a very valid point, 'I don't want her to think I'm some rapist-stalker, I couldn't just show up at her house even if I wanted to.' This struck me as so sad. I know that there are people out there who would fold their arms if a stranger approached them in a sober state. Heck, I know people who would do much worse than that, purely because it no longer seems to be the done thing to talk to strangers. Of course I understand being cautious, but one such companion of mine looked at me almost as if I'd come into her house on Christmas morning and urinated on her turkey when I greeted an unknown dog-walker with a kind, 'Hello' during an afternoon stroll. 'Do you know him? Who's he? Why did you say hi?' Once I'd explained that I didn't know or recognize the stranger, and that I was just being polite, the next bout of over-analysis began, 'Why did he say hi back? He must be weird. He'll probably follow us home now!' Oh, I wish I'd never bothered...
Obviously I am no enemy to the way in which technology has impacted communication; if I was, this blog wouldn't exist. However, I can't help but lament the ways in which some people seem to have donned it as a replacement rather than an enhancement to regular face-to-face interaction. The saddest thing is that this, along with the inability of so many to control their loins seems to have etched the message on Romance's tombstone. Romance Is No More.
I'm no prude, and I too can't help but hold a secret smile during a flirty text-fest. But I sometimes wish a guy would slide a note across my work desk, or expertly place a goodnight kiss which gives enough to leave me wanting more but not too much that my face could join my whites in the tumble dryer.
I totally am not trying to belittle those of you out there who love nothing more than assessing the quality of the zip on your PBD (Pulling Black Dress) as Drunken Hottie in a nightclub full of alcohol-fueled, sexually-charged males attempts to peel it off. In fact, at times I am sort of jealous about the fact that that's just not enough for me. Call me old-fashioned but I need a guy to prove he's worthy of my body before he can get his happy ending... and vice-versa.
Naturally, this means making a few sacrifices which would be far to much effort to euphamise in this blog, although I hope my readers are wise enough to understand what I mean. But for now, this kind of works for me...
Before you misunderstand me, I am not looking for a marriage contract, or even necessarily a relationship. Just an experience followed by no regrets and the thought that, 'Well, even if this goes no further, at least he showed some level of interest in me, some amount creativity and some element of not being a 'Would-Have-Settled-For-Anything-With-'Poon'-Toss-Pot' before the hot sex'.
So what's the message, the moral of the rant? Guys, next time you see a hot girl in the library, don't waste your time wondering if she is carrying mace in her colossal handbag. Don't avoid her front door in fear of being issued a restraining order. Don't add her to a list of hundreds of other girls on facebook then ignore her existence. Don't just text 'Hey :)' And before you think about it, don't even try to attempt to satiate your longing for the girl who caught your eye with the less-satisfying, vomit-covered, fake-tan-stained, broken-heeled wreck who no-one else wanted at two AM on your next night out.
Earn her body. Buy the roses. Write the poem. Play her favorite song. Ask what she's reading. I've always found libraries really sexy... who knows, you might get luckier than you ever expected. Plus isn't it a compelling challenge to walk the walk and, ahem, talk the talk without the aids of romance's two most evil slayers, technology and alcohol? Confidence is, after all, one of the greatest aphrodisiacs, so wear it proud.
I'll let you thank me when you're getting laid in the library stacks ;-)
You're welcome...
gabriellasofia