
When he calls you back, act really cold,” my married friend H. orders. “Men love bitches.”
“But I don’t want to be a b---- ,” I answer lamely. “I just want him not to take me for granted.”
“And I just want my kids to stop eating craft supplies,” she answers, as toddlers shriek in the background.
“Ugh…I thought I was done playing games.”
“Listen,” she says, dropping her voice an octave. “You’re not done playing games until there’s a ring on your finger.”
“I’m not looking for a ring. I’m just trying to sort out my Saturday night plans.”
“Stop being so nice, sweetie, guys don’t wa—Mallory Ann, glue sticks don’t go in mouths!!!”
The line goes dead. And I’m left alone to ponder my pitiful lack of bitchiness.
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Call me crazy, but my default nature when I’m dating someone I like is to, you know, be kind to him. Return his phone calls. Smooth over tensions. Avoid voodoo hexes.
But the more I think about it, the more I realize this whole Miss Nice Girl thing could be backfiring. In the past, all that forgiving and forgetting had only resulted in me forgiving a lot of bad boys who, in turn, forgot about me.
Maybe all this time I should have been difficult, demanding and as unpredictable as a Vegas slot machine. Is that what keeps men coming back for more?
Betty’s Gay BFF Brian Clark says that relationships are like rubber bands – they require a little resistance on both ends to stay strong. Perhaps my kindness had been leaving me limp in the relationship drama department. Was my sweet disposition just a boring penny slot that paid out every time?
I’m certainly no doormat – I never accept truly rotten behavior from the men I date. And I’m sure there’s a village of people out there who think I’m a total witch-with-a-b. But for small relationship transgressions, I do my best to keep calm and carry on. Does that make me a pushover? A gracious girlfriend? Or a pent up powder keg of resentment, known to explode in plumes of rage over the wrong kind of Wheat Thins?
I guess I just answered myself.
But in the interest of thoroughness, I decide to ask a guy friend for a second opinion.
“That’s another issue altogether,” he says. “You’re confusing being nice with passive-aggressively expecting men to be mindreaders.”
Aha! So men do like women who say exactly what they want, when they want it and how they like it and yell at you if don’t get it right – they like bitchy women?
“No,” my friend says slowly, as though he’s explaining colors to a preschooler. “Men don’t generally like bitches.”
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