I wrote in Part 1 of “(Another) Ugly Side of Being a Single, Attractive and Available Heterosexual Woman” that I’d share my own dirty dating details in Part 2.
But, before I do, I need to set something else straight:
I am one of the luckiest women I know.
It’s true. I even have a list to prove it. Check it out:
A Sneak Peak at Mitch’s Lucky List
- It’s been years and years since anyone—man or woman, friend or family—said to me, “C’mon girl, just make better choices.”
- My best friend is a man who expresses professional and personal passion; exercises familial responsibility; expects his own behavioral standards remain above par; and exemplifies the sustainability of integrity when faced with adversity.
- My top row of teeth are straight.
(Giant Facebook Smiley Face Here)
C’mon, you know the full Mitch’s Lucky List is hundreds of yellow scratch pad pages long, and tons of good god damn fun to read, but that’s not really why you’re here. You’re here to check out my dirty dating details. Yes?
Oops, sorry, computer says NO NO NO.
See, whereas I am irritated-as-all-hell at Choice Shaming, I’m not irritated enough at my own experiences—however horrible, embarrassing or annoying they may be—to publicly fan the flames of shame, whether in myself or another.
Which, I think, makes me one lucky lady.
And, I think, maybe you too.
I mean, who wants to hear (or read) about dating disasters during holiday dinners?
Yes, I have at times been shocked or disappointed or hurt by a man, but those times are, luckily for me, the exception to the rule. I’ve also, to be fair, done my fair share of shocking, disappointing or hurting in return. Luckily, hopefully, those times are also the exception to the rule.
Therefore, I cannot, in good conscience, publicly share the horrible, embarrassing or annoying actions of others without, also, sharing some of my own.
OK, maybe just this.
Oh, while we're here, let's not forget to give The Rule a good mention: Men. Fucking. Rock.
And so do I.
And so do you.
Rude dude texts compliments of Google, where, if you act like an ass, someone will expose you.
(So I don't have to.)
For some good god damn fun: