As I have grown up I find increasingly that boys will still be boys. These so-called men I meet are not interested in a relationship. They don't even pretend for a few dates to truly like you before trying to take off your pants. And I have decided that perhaps such honesty is in a warped way refreshing as I can swiftly say thanks but no thanks. I know I'm not alone with such experiences. I met someone on a blind date once for lunch. I knew right away it was not meant to be a love match but we had an amiable enough time through lunch. At the end of the meal he said "I want to tell you I'm wildly attracted to you. How would you feel about being friends with benefits?" WHAT? First instinct was to throw a drink in his face. Instead I thanked him for his honesty and said that it was my understanding that if one were to have a friend with benefits (operative word here being friend) one must be friends at least, and well, we're strangers. So thanks but no thanks buddy. That he could look at me with his overly tanned skin, aging him at least 15 years and think he was doing me a favor by offering me his services was seriously comical. Sorry dude, I'm not that girl. Besides, better to have a good toy then a stranger with benefits.
Love this song...even if it's kinda wrong. Who really wants to be the one on the side?
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