Men, Tell Me What You Want From Day One

Men, Tell Me What You Want From Day One

I don't have time to be reading minds or analyzing gestures.


If straight women and gay men can agree on one thing, it is that the men we love drive us absolutely crazy. Though, most of the time, these men are not "men we love" but possible partners who play mind games when it comes to telling you what they want from you.

It goes like this: we match on tinder, we talk, we go on a few dates, I catch feelings, and then he ends up saying that he's not emotionally ready and rips out the roots before they could even sprout. Why is it so hard for men to communicate to me and other gals and gays about what they want from us? I am so sick and tired of having to jump through hoops to get a guy to tell me how he really feels.

Here's the thing, I'm not mad at men. Hell, I love men to death! But I am just annoyed that we live in a world where being open and honest with one another isn't the norm anymore.

I once watched a PSA from 1949 about the proper way to engage in the act of "dating" with a potential partner. While the film is very much a glamorization of the time period, it still brought up some good points about how to begin a potential relationship with someone special. While I'm not saying we should put women back in the kitchen and bring back segregation, it would be nice to see the dating etiquette of the 1950s make a comeback.

I think what they really don't understand that it really hurts to be let down. It makes one feel foolish for letting their feelings get ahead of their logical thought. It could make them feel ugly or unattractive, make them think that they did something wrong that made it end so quickly.

But do you know how this all could've been avoided?


It may be scary to be totally honest with someone, but it's something you have to do. You can't hide behind a mask of insincerity when it comes to other's feelings.

If you just want to be friends, tell me. If you want a hookup, tell me. If you want something more, TELL ME! I promise that I'll have an easier time understanding what we both want.

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I Blame My Dad For My High Expectations

Dad, it's all your fault.

I always tell my dad that no matter who I date, he's always my number one guy. Sometimes I say it as more of a routine thing. However, the meaning behind it is all too real. For as long as I can remember my dad has been my one true love, and it's going to be hard to find someone who can top him.

My dad loves me when I am difficult. He knows how to keep the perfect distance on the days when I'm in a mood, how to hold me on the days that are tough, and how to stand by me on the days that are good.

He listens to me rant for hours over people, my days at school, or the episode of 'Grey's Anatomy' I watched that night and never once loses interest.

He picks on me about my hair, outfit, shoes, and everything else after spending hours to get ready only to end by telling me, “You look good." And I know he means it.

He holds the door for me, carries my bags for me, and always buys my food. He goes out of his way to make me smile when he sees that I'm upset. He calls me randomly during the day to see how I'm doing and how my day is going and drops everything to answer the phone when I call.

When it comes to other people, my dad has a heart of gold. He will do anything for anyone, even his worst enemy. He will smile at strangers and compliment people he barely knows. He will strike up a conversation with anyone, even if it means going way out of his way, and he will always put himself last.

My dad also knows when to give tough love. He knows how to make me respect him without having to ask for it or enforce it. He knows how to make me want to be a better person just to make him proud. He has molded me into who I am today without ever pushing me too hard. He knew the exact times I needed to be reminded who I was.

Dad, you have my respect, trust, but most of all my heart. You have impacted my life most of all, and for that, I can never repay you. Without you, I wouldn't know what I to look for when I finally begin to search for who I want to spend the rest of my life with, but it might take some time to find someone who measures up to you.

To my future husband, I'm sorry. You have some huge shoes to fill, and most of all, I hope you can cook.

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