Monday 29 November 2010

Men Are Confusing. Full Stop.

Units of alcohol: 6
Hours spent shopping for paint and carpets: 3
Minutes spent worrying about men: at least 40

I thought dating was a thing that grown-ups do, particularly in America.  I personally don't hear very much about 20 year olds going on dates at any rate. And when does something constitute as a proper date?  This is a question I have recently had to try to answer.
The other and much more important one is, how can you tell if a guy likes you?  What do the number of kisses at the end of a text mean and how much, if at all, should you read into them?  Who should text first? How long should you wait before you text back? What does it mean if he holds your hand or if he playfully pokes you? What is he thinking? How do you know if you are wasting your time? THE LIST GOES ON.  And I'm frankly fed up of it.  Why does everything seem to be some sort of twisted game?  Apparently you're not allowed to just be straight forward and to the point because that scares men. And then your chances of being with them diminishes distinctly.   And this is a shame, particularly if you think you've met your Mr. Perfect.  Men should be forced to wear t-shirts with what they're thinking emblazoned on them to save women all this over-analysing and angst.
For the meantime, I guess I shall just have to keep plodding on, waiting for a text, or simply for Thursday.

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