I’ve decided to suck it up and add categories to the blog. The only reason they hadn’t been here earlier is sheer laziness, so I’ll try them for a while and see how it goes.
It was brought up in conversation the other day that there’s a preconceived notion among some male-folk I know that I have Ridiculously High Standards when it comes to dating and mating. Personally, I happen to think that the ability to hold down a job, and a distinct lack of backne (among other things) are totally legitimate requirements.
The problem comes in when some idiot that I’ve dated does something stupid to annoy me and/or turn me off of them entirely. After that, everything is free game. I will nitpick that person, and every tiny thing they have ever done in my presence, to death. Then I go blabbing my fool mouth about the nitpicking, and someone will inevitably say “holy cow are you ever high maintenance.”
So, anything in the Ridiculously High Standards category will be a list of things that I wouldn’t normally think about, or would completely overlook for that special someone. They’re really not that big a deal. But if I dislike someone, that tiny thing will just be further fuel for the fire when it comes to me tossing them out of my life quicker than that slimy lettuce in the fridge I forgot about last week.
The first Ridiculously High Standard: If I happen to be wearing my glasses (I wear contacts most of the time), and my date and I begin smooching, I think it’s absolutely adorable if he stops to gently remove my glasses to avoid smushing them into my face. Conversely I hate it if said date pauses the kissing to remove his glasses (whether I’m wearing mine or not). He invariably ends up looking all squinty, and half the time the act of removing the spectacles comes off looking like a geek is trying to perform some suave move like a “hot for teacher” porn.
I told you they were ridiculous.