I have a few “lonely” days coming up where Mrs G and the Feliciraptor are out and about and I’m to be left on my lonesome. Even though I am by myself I still don’t really feel alone, it has been a long time since I felt truly lonely.
There was a point in time before the Current Mrs G became the Future Current Mrs G where I had started to resign myself to a live by myself, all attempts at having a “Plus One” at social gatherings had failed and it seemed that I would forever be a bachelor boy.
While clearing out my old “I’m so angry at the world blog” I found one of the old pieces that I had posted and it is strange to think that I was that disgruntled at everything. I can reflect on this now I am no longer alone and it makes me glad that I made another attempt at asking someone out. I’m no longer that angry young(er) man. Instead of ranting against the unfairness of the world I’m now knee deep in family life.
I’m going to be alone.
I am no longer going to ask people out, I am going to wait to be asked. I’ve fallen flat on my face too many times to actually try anymore. It is isn’t worth it and I’m now risk averse to the emotional damage it will cause. Recently the European Court of Justice as decided that it is illegal to discriminate on the basis of gender for financial products. This is fantastic news, now how about they target other areas of gender imbalance, like dating.
For too long the demands in dating have been placed to heavily on the side of males. We have to make the initial moves, misread signals and skulk off in disgrace. “We want equality” they shout…except it is the male responsibility to ask out on a date first.
He has to decide where and when. He has to judge if he should pay for everything or suggest going Dutch.
Thanks to evolution it seems the most successful dating technique is similar to ‘grabbing’. Nature has decided that having a bigger mane, larger tusks and brightly coloured feathers (not all on the same animal, mind) is all that is required for a successful coupling. For those that are risk averse their genetic code will die out, making the species ‘better’.
What nature has also decided, with perhaps the exception of seahorses, is that the male buggers off after copulation. So I guess that’s what womankind are after? Wham, bam without a thank you mam? Of course not. What they want is…oh come on how should I know? They don’t. Nice bad boys, handsome geeks, sensitive manly blokes. Women want oxymoronic men.
Men just want big…well we all know what ‘men are after’.