Mar 27, 2005 19:16
Scenario:
A guy really likes a girl. The girl does not like the guy at all. The girl tells the boy that she just wants to be friends. The boy asks the girl if she wants to go to dinner, and then when they are out to dinner, he buys for her.
Is this a date? Answer from the guy's or girl's or an outsider's position
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Jeni, you're damn cool in my book, and I'm quite, quite glad that you haven't had the same shit thrown at you that I have by dudes-in-general & can keep the faith.
No blood,nofoul.
Secondly, I'd like to specifically appologize if any of my wild tirades against all that is patriarchal were inapproprite or offensive - I tend to get a-might-bit rowdy when I'm saucy, and since I can't throw a punch, occasionally I lash out with my tongue, or my pen, or my . . . mouse-button, I guess. The computer, I mean.
Thirdly (and most importantly), I hope that no one here thought that I was attempting to (a) tell Bridget what she wanted to hear, considering that I was in all actuality going for the antithesis of slimy charm, the brutal & shocking revelation of the most horrible & uncomfortable of all possible truths in order to snap her out of a 'but this guy is my buddy!' mindframe, a tactic completely inapproppriate (I later discovered) to the actual situation at hand, or to (b) take any type of side in a relationship-based arguement, considering again that I was COMPLETELY unaware of multiple pre-existing conditions that made my 'insights' more-or-less into washed-up anti-propaganda.
Fourthly, I just wanna throw out this old chesnut: I'm a white-boy fucking 24-year old English Major currently barely scaping by at a State University Undergraduate level who's spent most of the last half-decade in a drug & nihlism-fuled rage against all forms of social control and who hasn't been in a REAL relationship in four years - what I know about the intricacies of human spiritual & emotional interation I could write on the back of a goddamn knitting needle with a big ol' fat black Magic Marker and have room left over for the Lord's Prayer eight or nine times.
Point being: I don't know shit about shit - a lot like Plato when he was REALLY young, I occasionally like to fantasize.
Anyway, my wrathful condemnation of the Male Species stands for the moment, as does Jeni's righteous disgust at my opinion.
Also: Bridget, thank you for giving me a place to vent my spleen, even if I did temporarily transform your LJ into a fucking warzone and no-doubt angered 99% of your friends and possibly damaged your relationship with a very, very sweet girl for all time - and thanks for sticking up for stupid ol' Boomer even when his 'Make Angry Sounds' button seems to be stuck & pointing in the wrong direction.
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I have my own chestnut to throw: I am a 17-year-old, schizophrenic, Native American, lesbian in my senior year of high school living in the white supremacits bible belt. I know that there is no such thing as an accurate stereotype. I am a minority in all counts. Yet there is no way to tell what all others in those groups are like simply by my actions.
And if you can look past my rampage to say I am damn cool. I am sorry for seeming to think you were just a male asshole. My bad for being prejudice based on your comment. Loves to you and sorry for my oh-so-overly rash behavior.
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I quite plainly have a thing or two that I could learn about life from you.
*sigh*
Okay, you win the flamewar.
*grin*
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