Thursday, August 28, 2014
Speaking of pissing me off, other than having to go back to work at my old job, AND having a lame summer, is someone who's not funny but thinks he is. It's even worse if the said person is NOT funny, thinks he is, and is trying to date you. They say that women are strongly sexually attracted to a man with a great sense of humor. True that.
Likewise, the opposite is true, too, when a man or woman's humor SUCKS ASS. Trying to date? I've got a little tip for you. Humor is like being artistic. It's a gift. Like being able to sing really well, or write well, or being a chef. Most people aren't that creative. So if your humor sucks ass, try other things to impress your date. Knowledge of history, being a good debater, talking about books, showing off your listening skills, or being handy. These are other things you can do to woo your paramour.
EXAMPLES OF SHITTY HUMOR:
In the hands of someone skilled, say like Bill Bryson, this can be a good thing. Howling laughter, tears running down your cheeks when you're reading A Walk Through the Woods. If you don't know Bryson, think George Carlin. What could be better. But in the hands of the UNFUNNY, this is dreadful.
Here's what the Shitty Humorist has been up to.
1. Changing the letters to a word that is slightly different and alarmingly unfunny while you're talking. It usually takes several seconds or minutes to even see it was a joke.
A. "There are a few good places to eat in Custer," I said as we were debating the merits of several restaurants in that town.
"Custard?" The Shitty Humorist asks then giggles.
"Yeah, CUSTER," I say, annoyed. OK, that's not funny. That's STUPID.
B. "I don't know why the tomatoes this year are so over-priced," I say as we walk through the farmers' market the other day.
"Tor-matoes? You have to be careful around tor-matoes, they can blow over your house," he notes and giggles. I stop and stare at him for a few seconds as I have NO IDEA what the fuck he's talking about then realize it's an alarming pun. I shake my head and hope no one heard that.
C. "I've got to mow the yard tomorrow," I noted the other day.
"Whhhhhyyyyyy?" asks the Shitty Humorist in a very feminine 8 year-old way.
"Duh. Because it's long,"" I say, catching on to this fucking game he thinks is funny.
"Whhhhhyyyyyyy?" he asks again.
"Because it's been raining and the lawn has been growing really fast!" I say and walk away. Otherwise the "Whyyyyyyyys?" will keep going. How is this different than the "I know what you are but what am I?" game you'd play in junior high?
It's. NOT. FUCKING. FUNNY. It's a turn off. And it's even worse if the person is genuinely nice.
Manliness. What is it? Why is it important to a tom-girl?
This is something I've been contemplating lately since it appears I've only been dating effeminate men lately. So what is manliness? I'm not sure, but I can tell you what it isn't.
Talking in a baby voice (saying "peas" instead of "please"), giving long plot synopses to Disney movies, not knowing how to chop wood or start a fire, biting one's nails, singing to Micheal Jackson/Micheal Bolton/Winger songs in a falsetto voice, and bustin' out some disco moves in the grocery store, for starters are NOT manly things. They are libido-breakers.
You can't even begin to know what effeminate is until you run into it face-to-face. But some men are just that. Sex and the City even did an episode about it with a friend of theirs who married someone whom everyone thought was a gay, only he wasn't gay. He was just very, very effeminate.
Now, don't get me wrong. I like a dude who's emotionally available. I require it, actually. But I also like a Lee Marvin kinda man who also holds doors open, pays for my tab, chops wood, works on his own Shovelhead. Speaking of, I know someone like this, but he lives 200 miles away in N.D.
He's that old school kind of kinda guy that I can't seem to find. "Old School" around the Black Hills translates to Nascar-watchin'-cammo-wearin' redneck around here. And that ain't either cool or old school.
Here's the kinda old school he is:
1. lots of stylin' black clothes and a deep low voice like Johnny Cash
2. cool tats, (not tats of howling wolves, eagles or the words "Harley Davidson")
3. races modifieds (race cars) semi-professionally. I mean, how sexy is that? (Picturing a pit crew with cool mechanic's shirts on that say his racing team on the back while he calmly gives out orders to his men while they hurry to get the car back on the track is a helluva lot sexier than some redneck belching and watching Nascar on the couch in his cammo, skid-marked underwear.)
4. has a kick start old Shovelhead that of course, only HE works on (swoons in a Sons of Anarchy kind of way). He kinda reminds me of Jax, only his head is shaved.
5. likes cool music (not Micheal Jackson and ABBA)
6. owns his own old house with hardwood floors
7. has grown daughters he is close to (emotionally available!)
But, alas, he works all the time (works in his family's metal shop, sexy=check!) and is totally passionate about his racing, so it takes up almost all of his free time, and again, lives at least two hours away.
Sigh. More later on this one, I hope.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Ben, was pretty manly, more manly than Indifferent Man whom I was camping with.
I don't want to sound like a bitch, but I resent men who force me to be more manly then them. If I have to take the mouse out of the mousetrap, chop the damned wood for the fire, or change the oil because he doesn't know how to, that's fine. We're living in a post-modern world. But if he wants any sexy time, forggetabboutit. There's something about a dude making me be the real dude that is a super turn off. Why bother?
Either that, or I'm becoming more of a post-menopausal-man than most men. Or I'm just a bitch.
But I had to chop the wood, keep the fire going, cook the meal, and set up the rain shelter. And that sucks. I want to fall into the strong John Wayne arms of a dude who knows what he's doing. Well, with Indifferent Man, he is just so feminine and sweet, that I don't mind he's not manly. Until he wants to kiss me. Then I want to barf and run for the hills.
As a feminist, this has left me in a quandary. Why should I have these gender expectations? Poor Indifferent Man. PLUS, did I tell you that Mr. Big bounced back into my life for one night two weeks ago? I started this blog years after AFTER Mr. Big. Short story. Mr. Big was manliness incarnate. And the passion between us was at the Hollywood level. More later.
But seeing Mr. Big, only reminded me of what I used to find as PASSION in men. Mr. Big was a former Marine, 6'4", voice of Barry White, could build you a log cabin with only a pocket knife, throw you over his shoulder as if you were just a sack of flour, and give you the sass that only an educated man could do.
Tonight I had a date with more of a manlier man than Indifferent Man. But he might be a cheapskate. A cheapskate is not a manly man. And that sort of made my libido take a nose dive.
If I have to cough up fifty percent of the bill, why not just go out with one one of my girlfriend bro's, like Dooders?
I'm trying to figure this all out for us. More later. More on Mr. Big, too. Lookin' out for all of us, so Peace Out.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Now it's almost the end of the summer, and other than this roadtrip, I've not done much.
In fact, the Sturgis Rally is almost over, and I went through my entire phone 3 times trying to find someone to go to Rally with other than my ex. It turns out, that I only went up there with my ex. This of course was bittersweet, because no one whom I have dated since him, cares a fig about motorcycles, racing, etc. Including his current squeeze--who insists on spending every day and night at rally with my ex. My ex cannot go more than ten minutes without having a girlfriend. The longest he's gone between girlfriends is ten minutes. In fact, he wanted to know if I wanted to go up to rally with them Saturday. The three of us. And they would just drop me off at rally, while they would go off all lovey dovey, while I hang out by myself like an unpopular loner loser. Sounds fun, right? Fun like getting audited, or having a dentist hit a nerve ending is fun.
I was going to go up to Rally and meet a new guy I've been talking with this summer who IS very much into cycles and racing, but his mother suddenly died a few days ago.
What's up with this year and depressing things? Fights with bosses, reduced pay, friends' parents dying, canceled trips, lack of money, fights with exes, just depressing things.
At least Indifferent Guy is still in the picture and being very sweet to me. He also isn't into rally, or motorcycles. Moreover, I am still indifferent, even though he's nice. He's not into manly things, and so that makes him sort of indifferent to me.
It's weird, to be say, chopping wood or working on a car engine with a guy who does NOT know how to chop wood, or change his oil.
Or, maybe I'm just a sexist asshole? More later.