Remember how I drone on & on & on about how badly I want a daughter? I lied. I fucking lied. I want a son. I don’t really like bow ties, or dirt, or trucks & cars & monsters. But I’m a girl. and if there is anything I have learned lately, it’s that I haven’t the slightest idea who’s raising the boys in our World (or maybe just in America)
If you don’t want to date, DON’T tell a girl that you are open to dating her – only until she has sex with you. Then tell her you’re too busy. Don’t do it. Don’t be a fuckboy piece of shit. We’ve been over this before – if a girl wants sex, she’ll have it. You don’t have to pretend you want something more. Our bodies carry more hormones than yours do. We’re probably hornier than you, most of the time. So don’t lie for sex. Don’t lie for nudes. Or company. Or gifts & time. Actually – just don’t lie, period.
I don’t know what happened between the good ol days, and today. I don’t know what happened to the men who used to open doors & plan corny dates, but I refuse to attribute it all to evolution. and I refuse to blame only the father’s out there, too. There are just as many women raising men to be this way (and given the rising “single mother” statistics, probably more). And we must stop.
I want a son so that I can raise him to be a kind, respectful, well-mannered, man. The kind of man that brings flowers to every first date. And kisses your cheek on the doorstep. and tells you that you’re pretty because you’re pretty, not because he wants you to take your pants off. An honest man. A polite, understanding, genuine (even when it’s hard) man.
I am so sick and tired of the
scum boys I encounter. It’s like when you’re having a really great day, and then you step on a piece of gum. And you’re stuck scraping it off your shoe for hours, until you can carry on again.
Don’t be the gum on a woman’s shoe, god dammit. Be a man.