A one year (OK, eleven month) journey to accomplish, contribute and just enjoy the last year in my forties. Follow me as I share with you the tribulations I face, starting new job with an Internet company where the average age is less than half mine and working hard to complete a novel before I reach that wonderful age of fifty.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Guys I Won't Hang Out With
Have you ever noticed that back in the day, and I mean way back in the black and white days, we looked the same. I'm not talking about our facial features or how fat or thin we are. I'm talking about a time when men walked around in suits and hats regardless of where they were. Ever see an old baseball game? Even in the stadium, men wore hats and suits. And women were dressed more like June Cleaver. But what happened since then? We have become individuals who want to define who we are by how we dress, or what car we drive or...you get my point. And since this evolution of odd behavior, I have run across too many individuals I have had to mark off my list of friends. For reasons listed below, I can no longer hang out with them.
Indi Music Guy
This is the guy that only likes the music you've never heard of. He proudly recites lyrics to unknown songs and any time you mention a popular group or singer you like he beats you down with phrases such as, "that's so gay", or "Are you kidding? Those guys suck!" And once his favorite group makes into mainstream, he dumps them like the high school girlfriend he caught cheating on him.
Green Guy
Believe me, I am just as concerned about the planet as the next guy but the guys who throw it in my face have got to go. If I have to hear about the size of your carbon footprint one more time I'm gonna stick my carbon foot up your ass. And the little electric car you drive is annoying. If you tell me one more time how many gallons a fuel my SUV is gobbling up compared to your Matchbox toy, I'm going to go Monster Truck on you and flatten the thing in about 5.3 seconds.
Rescue Guy
This is the guy who, bless his heart, rescued a puppy from the pound. While I applaud your valiant deed, please don't flaunt it. That is something you do out of the goodness of your heart, not to get laid. If I hear you say, "She's a rescue" one more time, I'm taking your dog and giving it to the little girl who won't use it like a new Rolex watch she just purchased. And did you really "rescue" the dog? I mean, they were giving it away and you took it. Back when I was in college, I rescued an old couch from my neighbors curb. But whenever friends came over and plopped down to watch a game, I never told them, "It's a rescue."
Monday Morning Political Guy
This is the guy that watched every political show on the TV the previous night and cannot wait to vomit every bit of it out the next day to whoever will listen. Their evenings are spent taking down talking points and memorizing facts that can be used the next day. Generally these guys don't form their own opinions, rather they hear something they think they should believe (after all, if that person represents my political party, I better agree with him!)and try to get information that may back their belief. If I want that, I'll watch Glenn Beck, Bill Maher or any other late night talking head. At least that way I can turn them off when I get tired of listening.
My Wife's My Best Friend Guy
No she's not. She's your wife and nothing more. In fact, she shouldn't even be in your top five. We all love our wives but have you ever had sex with your best friend? No! So while I understand that the two of you love each other and enjoy each others company, best friends are reserved for guys, not your wife, so stop telling us that. Especially when our wives are around because you make us look like idiots and we don't want to hear about how our relationships need to be more like yours.
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"Monday Morning Political Guy" Hahahahha. Good one. I have a few "Monday Morning Political Gals" at work that I wish had "off" buttons. :)
ReplyDeleteWow, so we won't be friends.
ReplyDeleteMy dog is a rescue, and I tell people that so they understand why he cowers around guys when he weighs 150. He was abused and abandoned, and we're working on fixing that with patience and training and lots of TLC. People look at me funny when he hides behind me while walk. That's the answer, Dog is a rescue, and you are scary and new.
And my husband and I are best friends.We talk about work, the kids, hobbies, and everything else. He has guy friend to hit the movies with (because I'm not a HP fan), but that doesn't mean we're not best friends. He knows everything and he knows it first. Likewise, I know everything about what he's doing, and I know it first. It's about respect.
He won't tell you that though. If you can pry two words out of him while I'm not there it's a red letter day.
I'm sorry you felt offended by my recent blog but with all due respect it was humor and in no way bashed those who rescue dogs. My family has a rescue dog and what I wrote about were guys who do this only as a means to pick up women (which is why I said I would take the dog to someone who wouldn't just have it to show it off like a new watch). I have personally seen guys who "rescued" dogs and didn't know the first thing about how to take care of them. How you interpreted that as bashing those who rescue dogs, I'm not sure.
ReplyDeleteAs far as the "wives are our best friend", again, not to be taken literally. I have been happily married to my wife (my high school sweet heart) for over twenty years and we still love each other the way we did back then and share things we would never share with others.
Again, sorry if I offended but satire is not to be taken literally.
:o) No worries. I'm not offended, just playing devil's advocate. :o)
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