I casually made some inquires on Jack’s status and soon learned that he had a girlfriend.
I think I was around 19 years old when I became mildly interested in my co-worker, Jack.
I fancied his voice and when you’re young, dumb, and pumped full of estrogen, that’s all it usually takes for a man to earn an eyebrow rise.
Men don’t care about how many phone numbers a woman has programmed into her cell phone. In my muddled teenaged mind, I wondered if competition would inspire Jack like it had inspired me. My goal was to make sure that they were visible without making it seem like I was purposely trying to draw attention to them. What he to say was that he’d like to beat the crap out of the mysterious guy who bought me flowers. However, I will stipulate that moments like that usually occur when one stops putting effort into the relationship.
Before you claim that I am, once again, judging women too harshly, I will concede that a good portion of women grow out of this behavior as they age. That evening, Jack came to pick me up for our date. Instead, I quickly informed Jack that I had re-thought my wardrobe and I was going to go slip on a sweater. Now, the hall to my bedroom was decorated with 5 full length mirrors. The point of my story is to illustrate how inclined both sexes are to compete against their peers, even in terms of dating. I can usually tell if a relationship is doomed the second I hear a woman putting herself down in front of her boyfriend. Constantly referring to yourself as ‘fat’ or ‘stupid’ or ‘worthless’ won’t inspire tenderness from most males.
To me, that suggested that there were some real feelings between Jack and his girl. Upon that realization, my mild interest abruptly turned to .She wants her man to be a prize, a good catch, someone she can be proud of. And anyone who is shocked by the fact that I was about to cross a line and nefariously woo a boy away from his girl needs to give me a fucking break.