So Alice goes to James' work this morning, it wasn't pretty. The usual, yelling,… accusations, my name comes up...
I get a call on my cell, James on the other end of the line "Dude! You screwed me!..." I told him this(after he was done ranting), and inspired by several of the posts from this site, 'Look buddy, you need to take a look at yourself man. Figure things out.' I went on a while about how he had destroyed Alice's faith in men, and what a prick he was being. I gave him the 'how dare you be mad at me, you were the one who screwed up’ speech, that went over pretty well. After a good chat, I have faith that he will do the right thing, and at least be honest with Alice. And maybe, just maybe, this experience for James, has helped him to see the folly of his ways.
In answer to those who think that I am a womanizer, you should really take a minute to think of what a strong insult that is, and know, you are dead, fucking, wrong.
My mother raised me to be a gentleman. She still smacks me if I don't open a door for her(so I rarely, rarely forget). When I was growing up, all the ladies from the neighborhood would come to watch movies at my house. Movies like untamed heart and ghost, and I would be playing with my GI JOES in the next room when my mom would yell to me, 'Ben come in here!' She would rewind whatever movie they were watching, and play some scene of the lead guy being a total moron, or saying some terrible and hurtful thing. Then she would pause the movie and a room full of middle aged women, all with tissues and popcorn, would look at me, and my mom would say, 'if you ever, ever treat a woman that way, I will whoop your butt so hard you will wish you lived with your dad!.' But later in that same movie, she would yell for me, and again have the movie paused, and she would show me a scene of that rare moment when a man does something extraordinary, or says the right thing for once. And that same group of ladies, all eyes on me, and my mom would say 'now son, that is how you treat a lady.'
Even if I wanted to, I don’t have time to be a PLAYER. Steve and James spend hours a day on pursuing women, and calling up the ones they already have, and trying to keep them all straight. I have something like 18 credit hours in school, and now work two jobs, a total of 45 hours a week, and I love every minute of it. I still manage to get out on a date at least once a week, and been lucky enough not to wind up married. (Quick question: How many people here are married?)
I don’t approve of how James treated Alice, I thought that I made that clear in my first post with all the cynical references to -pocket pussy- J
I was just feeling a little guilty that my priority was not sticking up for my good buddy.
From now on, right is right. I won’t stand for his poor treatment of women. I can’t stop him, I can’t force my view on him, but I wont lie for him. I will tell him to make sure his girls never come and ask me if I think he really likes them, or if they can trust him, or if I think they have a future together.
And one more thing, anyone who thinks that my posts are lame, and doesn’t get at least the smallest bit of humor from my antics,
REMEMBER THIS: no one forced you to read through them. Certainly, no one held a gun to your head to make you reply. Besides, don’t you have more important things to do, you know, instead of replying to a ‘lame’ post such as mine? Like sitting on a golden toilet with little cronies all about, and you can look down in the crowd, and ask with a straight face “Does anyone smell that?” |
