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Perhaps I am asking the age-old unanswerable question. Or perhaps someone out there can explain this to me. I have never quite understood why this is.
First of all, I've got a date on Friday. I tell you this because it factors into this puzzling paradigm. And because I don't want you thinking that I sit home on Friday nights crying into a glass of wine. Well, I do…but not this Friday.
Every morning I do the same thing. Before work I get off the subway and sit in Greeley Square to read the AMNewYork. Every morning the policeman on patrol in the Square says hello to me. Sometimes he asks how my weekend was. Very friendly. That's gotta be a pretty sweet beat to have for a NYC cop, hanging out in the park all day, talking to the ladies. Their biggest problem is stopping people from sitting on the ledges around the garden.
This morning was no exception. I sat down and policeman guy came over.
"Good morning," he said.
"Good morning to you too," I replied.
A pause as I opened my news rag and flipped through the pages.
"Any plans this weekend?"
"I have a date, as a matter of fact."
"Really?"
"Yep."
I looked back down at my reading.
"Well, that's too bad."
"Why's that?"
"Cause, I was gonna say…"
He takes a deep breath.
"…that if you didn't have any plans…"
Exhaling.
"…maybe I could take you to a movie, and even a nice dinner, or dancing, if you like dancing, whatever you like."
"Oh, well…that's awfully nice of you."
"There's a lot of nice stuff to do out in Queens where I live."
"Oh, I bet."
"Or what about the racetrack, you like the racetrack?
"Hmm, I guess."
"But you've got that date. You let me know how it goes, ok?"
"Um, yeah, ok."
So, here's my question: Do you guys have some kind of built-in radar? Because it seems that only when I am otherwise engaged do you start beating down my door. If I didn't have this date this weekend I bet you a million dollars (or whatever your local currency is) he never would've said that. Am I right? YES. And whenever I have a boyfriend, why is it my ex's appear seemingly out of nowhere spewing such garbage as "oh man, I never shoulda let you go," or "too bad, your going out with *insert name here* cause I really miss you."
What the…?
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Ummm… You’re not married, right!?
You can date TWO people at once, RIGHT?
Problem solved.
Timely post Meme, I just had an old boyfriend come out of the woodwork as well.
People are always more attractive when you know other people find them attractive. Same goes for women. A man becomes more desirable when he is already in a relationship. It shows he can commit. Now if you could just get him to cheat…just once, you’re sure he’d see how much cooler you are than his current girlfriend… is that bad?
I have no radar. Cops, on the other hand, do have radar. Not that kind of radar, but still, radar.
I say go out with him–as well–if he has a cherubic face like the above photo. Especially if walks around whistling and twirling a nightstick.
Well, I know I don’t like being rejected. So, I only ask out women that I know will say “I’d love to, if only I didn’t…” So far this week, I’ve asked out a married woman with five grandchildren, a nun, a lesbian, and my own first cousin. They all said no, but very nicely.
I asked a girl out this week and she said “I’m not ready for a relationship” - at least you were honest with the guy.
Wellington, at the risk of sounding rude and blunt: She wasn’t being honest. “I’m not ready for a relationship” means “I don’t find you attractive”. believe me, the right guy comes around, and she’s ready.
I prefer the new dating mantra, “She/He is just not that into you.”
When you are in a relationship or when you know that you will go out on a first date, you feel different about yourself. It’s not only physical changes that happen (boosting your image), but your overall mood is different (e.g. a warm feeling in your tummy). People love people which don’t need people in a nice and friendly way. Before you say yes to the police fella’, don’t forget that people which say no in an honest and kind way will always be more desirable than people which give in. Getting the balance right will spice your life in the most unpredictable manner.
Aren’t there a few nights to the weekend or am I missing something? You could go on a date on Friday and then another date on Saturday. Right?!
When it rains, it certainly pours. I know that whenever I’m in a relationship or dating someone regularly, I’m certainly more confident than when I’m single. Not that I have problems with commitment, but it always seems like the grass is greener on the other side. I think there’s something about knowing you have someone in your life that makes it easier to be friendly, flirt, take risks, etc., since you know it doesn’t matter as much. It’s like a confidence safety net.
yeah, well, if she has said yes after having revealed her upcoming date, i think the cop would’ve been like, “score! she’s a whore!”
so i would’ve done the same thing, meme. BUT this means you can tell him how awful the date was on monday..so awful that he’ll need to wine and dine you as consolation. that is, if he’s hot. and tell him to wear his uniform.
You want me to go out with cop from Queens who wants to take me to the Racetrack….what are you people thinking??
You really don’t know me, do you? Boohoohoo.
Besides, a guy like that I’d break in half without even batting an eye.
G’head, give him a chance. Plus, it’s fun to say, “Oh Officer! You’re out of uniform!” (blink blink) He will give you one of those black, shiny keepers to wear as a bracelet.
how DO they do it?! i often wonder this myself.
great blog! i’ll visit often.