I've recently become aware of a problem that some women in the dating "scene" are experiencing: over-bearing men. Women have long been told not to chase a man. But it is equally unattractive when a gentleman plays the desperation card. Border line stalking/wigging out when a woman doesn't respond right away, or the way you want, is not going to get you the girl.
In these complicated dating times, women don't want to feel pressured or chased after. I realize how frustrating this must be to many men. I know how scary it can be to pluck up the courage to go after a woman. All I can say, is have some confidence in yourself before trying to catch a lady. If you are catch, then lay off the hard sell. A woman will have more respect for a guy that gives her space. Otherwise, she'll just feel pressured. And when a woman feels pressured, she doesn't even have the space to consider any sort of attraction.
I'm starting to grasp that there is a sort of game that does need to be played. And I hate the idea of being unnatural. But "game" denotes something very negative for many people. Perhaps "play" is a better term. Or maybe even just good old fashion "flirting". For two to tango, there needs to be some play, back and forth. When a woman feels up against a wall, how can that happen?
So believe in your goods, make that move and then let her make a play. Remember the good old phrase, "the ball is in her court"? If she isn't tossing them back, you're just overwhelming her with tennis balls! Confidence will take you leaps and bounds. Or at least get you a date.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Subway Etiquette
One of my biggest pet peeves is poor subway etiquette. It amazes me how many people seem to have no thought or regard for anyone else around them while riding the TTC. After a particularly uncomfortable subway ride home I just have to rant about a few of the things that drive me crazy.
The back-pack.
I just don't get it - why would someone think that it's okay to enter a packed subway with their back-pack on? Especially when it takes up the space of at least one other person. I figure these people (and there are many) just can't figure it out for themselves that taking off their pack and putting it on the floor would be a better, more thoughtful option. I hope it's stupidity rather than just not giving a shit about anyone else around you. I know that people wearing their back-packs probably don't even realize they are hitting someone with it but having a gym shoe shoved into your side while clinging onto the 3 inches of pole that's left, does not make for a fun ride.
The seat hogger.
I didn't pay to stand on the subway while you have a place to put your bags. When mass amounts of people get on the subway, they shouldn't have to ask you to move your shit in order to sit. Have some courtesy and put your bags on your lap. Oh yeah - and get your stinking feet off the seats.
The door blocker.
Okay, so when the train is really busy and you're the last one in, sometimes there is no other choice but to stand right in front of the door. What drives me insane is when someone chooses to stand in front of the door when they could easily sit or stand further in. Even worse is when two people decide this is a good idea and people have to get into single file to get on or off. It's just rude.
The runner.
When you hear those chimes start, there is a moment whne you have to accept that you're missing the train. Not only do you look like an idiot when half your body, or your bags are now stuck in the door, but you hold everyone up as well.
And last but not least, the slow-poke.
My last complaint (I swear) is when people enter the train and then just stop and look for the perfect seat. People are coming in behind ya, so pick a seat and sit your ass down.
I realize that even thought I rant, we will all be confronted by rude, or just vacant transit riders tomorrow. I fantasize about putting those people in their spot. Of telling them how rude and unthoughtful they're being. Then all the other riders would applause and cheer for they were too meek to say anything. But let's be honest, the next time some one's back pack is pressed up against MY back as well, I'll probably just grin and bear it and maybe give a little shove back.
The back-pack.
I just don't get it - why would someone think that it's okay to enter a packed subway with their back-pack on? Especially when it takes up the space of at least one other person. I figure these people (and there are many) just can't figure it out for themselves that taking off their pack and putting it on the floor would be a better, more thoughtful option. I hope it's stupidity rather than just not giving a shit about anyone else around you. I know that people wearing their back-packs probably don't even realize they are hitting someone with it but having a gym shoe shoved into your side while clinging onto the 3 inches of pole that's left, does not make for a fun ride.
The seat hogger.
I didn't pay to stand on the subway while you have a place to put your bags. When mass amounts of people get on the subway, they shouldn't have to ask you to move your shit in order to sit. Have some courtesy and put your bags on your lap. Oh yeah - and get your stinking feet off the seats.
The door blocker.
Okay, so when the train is really busy and you're the last one in, sometimes there is no other choice but to stand right in front of the door. What drives me insane is when someone chooses to stand in front of the door when they could easily sit or stand further in. Even worse is when two people decide this is a good idea and people have to get into single file to get on or off. It's just rude.
The runner.
When you hear those chimes start, there is a moment whne you have to accept that you're missing the train. Not only do you look like an idiot when half your body, or your bags are now stuck in the door, but you hold everyone up as well.
And last but not least, the slow-poke.
My last complaint (I swear) is when people enter the train and then just stop and look for the perfect seat. People are coming in behind ya, so pick a seat and sit your ass down.
I realize that even thought I rant, we will all be confronted by rude, or just vacant transit riders tomorrow. I fantasize about putting those people in their spot. Of telling them how rude and unthoughtful they're being. Then all the other riders would applause and cheer for they were too meek to say anything. But let's be honest, the next time some one's back pack is pressed up against MY back as well, I'll probably just grin and bear it and maybe give a little shove back.
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Welcome!
Hello and welcome to Portions For Foxes! A place for me to share my opinions, observations and random thoughts with all of you. Lord knows I have plenty of them. Please feel free to weigh in with your own views and experiences. I hope you enjoy!
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Bumping Into The Ex
Breaking up is hard to do. No matter how long the relationship, or who dumped who, it can be tough. But you mend that broken heart, pull yourself back together and move on. You achieve great things and laugh at how down-and-out you were. That was "sooo yesterday".
So why then, can bumping into an ex be so damn unnerving? You exchange pleasantries and maybe give each other an update. What now? Do you say, "Gee, it was great seeing you. Have a nice life." That would certainly make things simple. Instead, they write down their phone number. Hello, complicated.
This happened recently to a friend of mine. After seven years, the thought of bumping into her ex made her feel a little uneasy. But when it happened, she handled it pretty well. That is until he gave her his phone number.
He could have let the moment pass and waited until destiny had them run into each other again. Instead, he opened up a door. A door my friend really didn't feel comfortable with.
He had asked her so many questions but she didn't get any info about him. It was driving her nuts. She just had to know.
She figured the phone number was an invitation to keep in touch. So she sent him a text message. He responded immediately, telling her to give him a call so they could catch up. She did. But she had to leave him a voice message and he didn't return her call.
For two weeks she turned it over and over in her head. She decided no call had to mean she freaked him out. But he was the one who gave her his number. Now she just wanted to close the door. So she texted him once more.
She apologized for seemingly "spooking" him and told him to "take care". In other words, "you're a loser for getting freaked out over nothing. Have a nice life". He responded within four minutes, explaining he'd been working nights and only just got back from a trip out of town. "I'll call you and we'll hook up," he said. But he hasn't.
She tried to close that damn door. But he kicked it wide open again. Maybe he doesn't even realize that now, so is she.
Did he get freaked out and is now making exscuses for not calling? Or is he truly busy and just hasn't gotten around to it. After all, he doesn't owe her anything. But you'd think that by opening that door, he meant to walk through it. Instead, all my friend is getting is an uncomfortable draft. And a developing resentment that will hopefully allow her to move on once again.
So why then, can bumping into an ex be so damn unnerving? You exchange pleasantries and maybe give each other an update. What now? Do you say, "Gee, it was great seeing you. Have a nice life." That would certainly make things simple. Instead, they write down their phone number. Hello, complicated.
This happened recently to a friend of mine. After seven years, the thought of bumping into her ex made her feel a little uneasy. But when it happened, she handled it pretty well. That is until he gave her his phone number.
He could have let the moment pass and waited until destiny had them run into each other again. Instead, he opened up a door. A door my friend really didn't feel comfortable with.
He had asked her so many questions but she didn't get any info about him. It was driving her nuts. She just had to know.
She figured the phone number was an invitation to keep in touch. So she sent him a text message. He responded immediately, telling her to give him a call so they could catch up. She did. But she had to leave him a voice message and he didn't return her call.
For two weeks she turned it over and over in her head. She decided no call had to mean she freaked him out. But he was the one who gave her his number. Now she just wanted to close the door. So she texted him once more.
She apologized for seemingly "spooking" him and told him to "take care". In other words, "you're a loser for getting freaked out over nothing. Have a nice life". He responded within four minutes, explaining he'd been working nights and only just got back from a trip out of town. "I'll call you and we'll hook up," he said. But he hasn't.
She tried to close that damn door. But he kicked it wide open again. Maybe he doesn't even realize that now, so is she.
Did he get freaked out and is now making exscuses for not calling? Or is he truly busy and just hasn't gotten around to it. After all, he doesn't owe her anything. But you'd think that by opening that door, he meant to walk through it. Instead, all my friend is getting is an uncomfortable draft. And a developing resentment that will hopefully allow her to move on once again.
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