I was called a "serial dater" tonight by a male friend of mine. He was serious. I thought he was making fun of me.
Me: "What? You're serious?"
Male friend: "Sure am."
See? He wasn't kidding. After prodding him for a more detailed definition he explained that he thought that I tend to go out on a lot of "random" dates. Some quality, some not.
Me, slightly agitated: "Um, that's why it's called dating."
Him, amused: "I know what dating is! I just meant that you should be more selective!"
MORE selective than I already am? Huh, if I did that I would never go on dates!
My criteria is already quite expansive: Must be male. Must be employed.
Just so you know, there is much more to my "criteria" than what I just described above, I was just going for the funneh. And, I failed.
According to my friend, he thinks that women in general need to always let the man do the chasing. Always let the man know or believe that he is the hunter and you are the hunted. In my experience I have found this to be true. However, sometimes, playing "the game" becomes cumbersome. And sometimes, we want to be the hunter and the men to be the hunted.
Me: "Anyway, why are you so interested with my comedy of a dating life!?"
Male friend: "Because you're too moody! You need to get..."
Before he could finish his sentence, I threw the first thing I could get my hands on at him. My shoe. My high heeled shoe. It missed his face by thismuch.
"WTF? I was going to say you need to get out more!" he says in between bouts of laughter.
Right. Because that's what all guys think when they're talking to their female friends about dating and moods and men. Nothing to do with "getting laid" at all.
We tabled the conversation for the night because we were both at an impasse. But more importantly, because I'm sleepies.