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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius" #54
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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius" #54 GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius" #54 Today, I salute you, Mr. Three-Time No-Show Ladies, I know you all have it rough. That's why I'm easily able to do more Real MEN of "Genius" posts than those of women. That is why I must take this time to commend you on your patience, your diligence, and your uncanny ability to keep your sanity when dealing with a "genius" such as the one I'm about to describe. It's funny how some men can be so driven to earn an opportunity to meet a lovely woman. They push the boundaries of the word pushy, and just before she gets angry and tells him to "have a nice day", she agrees to meet. Fast forward to "date night". She's excited, perhaps in more ways than one. She's hoping that it will all be worth the time and effort to wear that special perfume and take out the dress that has been waiting ages for tonight. She's ready in plenty of time, and waits for her knight in shining armor to arrive. Her heart begins to pound furiously as the agreed-upon hour approaches. She begins to ask herself a multitude of questions, such as, "What if we don't get along?" and one that sparks even more inquiries, "What if we DO?" Each minute seems as an eternity as the excitement turns to impatience, and then to worry, watching the clock tick past the time when Mr. Wonderful was supposed to appear. The doorbell remains deafeningly silent, provoking a completely different set of questions. "Did something happen?" "Is he alright?" "Is he ALIVE?!" Long after she has already accepted that he's not coming, the phone rings. I'm sure you can imagine the conversation. He explains why he couldn't make it, and apologizes, asking for a rain check. His excuse falls on deaf ears. Even though she knows that...well...shit happens, she still struggles to believe him. Nevertheless, she agrees to give him another chance. Round two begins. Again, she is anxious, but less than before. She has already been let down once, and is wary of the possibility of the same thing happening again. Her fears are soon realized in the form of the story repeating itself. Again, her door remains closed, but this time, an entirely new set of questions leaves her perplexed. "Is he not really interested?" "Is he a player?" "Is he married and cheating?" Some time later, the phone rings again, and it's disturbingly obvious that he needed more time to come up with a better explanation for his absence. Still, he manages by some miracle, to convince her to give it one more try. Needless to say, she is not at all confident, and her expectations have already been set in stone. Round three. This time, not so much effort is taken to prepare. A little less primping than before. A tiny bit less tweezing here. A little less shaving there. Even a lighter spritz of perfume is sacrificed this time around. As the designated start time for the date comes and goes yet again, she sits there...once again, waiting, wondering, her frustration turns to anger. Instead of holding Mr. Not-So-Right responsible for his actions, she turns the blame on herself. "What was I thinking?" "Why didn't I just tell him 'no'?" "Why do I keep believing guys who keep lying to me?" "What am I doing wrong?" The anger subsides, and turns into heart-wrenching depression. The dress, instead of being carefully placed back into the closet, ends up carelessly dropped into a wrinkled pile on the floor. The hope that a hot shower will relax the tension of the hurtful disappointment becomes simply a plan to hide the tears from herself, letting them mix with the water swirling down the drain, along with the dreams of a never-ending fairy-tale romance. As she steps out of the shower, she wipes the foggy mirror, and looks herself in the eyes. As she mentally berates herself for allowing yet another failure, the phone rings. The words of his apology, as well as his less-than-well-thought-out excuse are carried away by the raging river of broken trust. She simply thanks him for the call, and says goodbye. Having not the courage nor the desire to face the rest of the night alone, she resigns to the cold sheets, and a restless slumber. Although this is a dramatization of a true story, I'm sure many of you ladies have experienced a similar event. It has happened to both men and women alike, and it can be just as hurtful in the case of either gender. The kicker in the truth of this story is that it didn't end there. Later, the same man tried to convince her to go to a meet and greet only because he was going to be there...or so he claimed. The good news is, she didn't fall for it. He had long betrayed the trust she had granted him, and she refused to meet him. Atta girl! Me, I probably would have told him, "Yeah. I'll be there. Wait for me." as I devilishly made plans NOT to be there. Just kidding...or am I? Bottom line, guys shouldn't put forth all the effort to earn a chance with a woman if all they are going to do is waste her time. So...practice saying this, ladies. "My time is precious. Don't waste it." Men, when you waste a woman's time, you're only wasting your own. GLC |
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And makes it harder for the next guy, who might actually be a good one. No small wonder there are so many "demanding" female profiles here!
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