I found out that since I don’t drink, smoke, do drugs, have tattoos, weird piercings or sleep around like a dog in heat; I’m an embarrassment. At least that’s what I’ve been told by a woman I dated for a few weeks.
Apparently, her “friends” (and I use that term loosely and whom I never had the displeasure of meeting) didn’t approve of her and I dating.
The reason was because they didn’t take too kindly to my lifestyle choices and informed her that because I didn’t behave the way they did, I would be a “problem” and they were concerned for her because (and I quote) “I would try to influence and lead her away from the things they like doing with her.”
Now you have to understand, the gal I was seeing did drink and have some weird piercings and a tattoo (it’s almost impossible to meet a woman these days that doesn’t) but still…she wasn’t someone who slept around and she did not smoke or do drugs; however, her friends were afraid that I would lead her down a path where she would quit drinking altogether and they had so much influence over her that she went from enjoying my company to being embarrassed to be seen with me in public.
Towards the end of our dating experiment, we never went out in public together. I only found out the reason when I pressed her as to why she didn’t want to go to a social event that we had planned on attending for nearly three weeks.
In her words, she was concerned because her friends had told her that I wasn’t “good for her” and that I would be a burden not allowing her to have any (of what they considered) fun.
Soooo…instead of getting to know me to find out whether or not I would be the horrible person they imagined me to be (and obviously influenced her to believe I was) these liberal, selfishly unrighteous, jealous, judgmental sinners did the one thing they never want anyone to do to them…
They judged me. (Incorrectly, I might add.) And sadly, the woman who I thought accepted me for who I am . . . didn’t accept me for who I am.
To say we’re still seeing one another would be a lie. We’re not. I don’t want to be with a woman who’s friends have that much influence over her. It’s pathetic.
Don’t get me wrong…the opinion of your friends does matter, but seriously…they were afraid that I would lead her AWAY from drinking?!? Ummm…not to split hairs but… Shouldn’t that be a clue that your so-called “friends” aren’t really looking out for your best interest or your personal health and welfare?
On top of that, I would never have encouraged her to stop drinking completely unless she wanted to stop drinking and needed some encouragement. Also, I knew going into the experiment that she enjoyed a glass of wine or a beer every now and then, but she wasn’t a heavy drinker by any means, and she knew that I didn’t drink and was okay with it…or so I thought.
I don’t think I ever gave the impression that I wanted her to stop drinking. Matter of fact…and come to think of it… I never once made mention of it.
Even when she ordered a glass of wine at dinner, I didn’t give any weird looks or say that she shouldn’t drink. A couple times I asked about the wine she was drinking because I don’t know much about it and was curious what she would recommend with steak or chicken.
Honestly, I’m not one of those bovine that think any and every alcoholic beverage is bad. I know they aren’t, I just want people to drink responsibly. But come … on!!
I’m a bad influence because I don’t drink?!!?
WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?!?
So, after this and many other failed experiments I’ve finally come to understand why I can’t find a decent woman to spend my life with. It’s because I’m an embarrassment and a bad influence on them. I’ll lead them astray.
So here’s some advice for all you women… Stay away from the guy who’s life is void of drugs and drinking, promiscuity and self indulgence because he might lead you to a life of freedom from addiction, drunkenness, immorality and self loathing!
Who knew that was such a bad thing?!
After 44 years on this earth being me. After 44 years of waiting, praying for and holding out for the woman that I believed would come along. After 44 years of dating and then being dumped over and over again for reasons I could never understand. After 44 years of being excited to meet someone and to share part of my life with them only to suffer a broken heart and numerous let downs, I now know and understand why women have a desire to flee from my presence.
It’s because I’m considered an embarrassment to the world because I don’t drink, do drugs, sleep around, have weird piercings or tattoos and I live a clean and sober life. I just don’t fit in, and upon learning this I’ve decided that I’m raising my standards and never dating any women who drink, smoke, do drugs, have tattoos, weird piercings, been divorced, have kids, sleep around . . . or . . . have friends who do the same.
I guess this means I’m off the market completely.
I refuse to spend any more time wasted on the frivolous stupidity of dating. It’s just not fun anymore. It’s become very pathetic and incredibly intolerable.
Oh…and as I wrote this, I found out that I’m a jerk and a horrible person as well. (Hrmm…seems like I’ve heard that somewhere before..? Oh ya! The last woman I dated!!)
I didn’t do anything wrong and yet, I’m the bad guy here? I didn’t judge her or her friends, they judged me, and now I’m the villian?!?! Again…
WHAT THE HELL???!!!!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!!?!?! (can you tell that I’m a tad bit frustrated by this?)
I guess she feels guilty or something and instead of being mad at herself and her friends (who really are to blame), she’s blaming me for all of this.