I am fucking pissed off. Why? Let’s analyze the dating “scene” at Wes. Let’s say you go on a date and have a great time. You contact the person to tell them you had a great time and wondered if the other person wants to do something again. Unfortunately, it hits their voicemail message, so you just leave a message and wait for a reply. And wait. And wait.
And then, a call, e-mail, whatever, never comes back. You get fidgety and figure that maybe that they don’t check their cell phone or e-mail. You get antsy and pissed off, mostly at yourself.
Then the fucking weird part happens. Either the other person had no interest in you but was too rude to call you back, in which case the irritation dies down to the point of a death-glare every once in a while whenever you see the person, OR you see them at a party the next weekend and the person is once again completely into you.
Excuse me? What the fuck is this bullshit “you know what? I’m not going to talk to the person I went on a date with, especially if I like them. I’m just going to ignore them until the next weekend where I’ll pretend like I have an active relationship with the person instead of treating them like shit, which I’ll do for weeks on end…”
To all the men who have treated me like this, fuck you. To all the men I have treated like this, I say a “fuck you” to myself as well. I said “person” for the whole piece except for the last part because I know many women and men who do this regardless of sexual orientation or personal pronoun or anything else that will make this piece as open-ended in terms of the amount of people it applies too.
Maybe I’m just a romantic, hoping for something good when no one is interested in that, but I refuse to be treated like some doll. And I hope many of you reading this feel the same way. At the very least, a person should have the balls to tell a person whether or not they want to see them again…because it’s the right thing to do. So do it.
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