They Don’t Just Love Them, Men Truly Desire Bitches
Last weekend, my friend needed me to be his Vanna Black at a pop-up event. He owns a clothing store and wanted a gorgeous woman to help him reel in customers. I obliged. The event was a mashup of comedy, music, food, and drinks. After being on lockdown for nearly a year, it always feels so good to be social and amongst the people. As I was standing by a clothing rack of coats, a short man approached me. He wanted to know if I was the coat-check girl. Incredulous at this suggestion, I told him “no, why would he think I’m the coat check girl?” The convo descended into corny banter that eventually culminated in him asking for my number. I declined. When he asked me why? I simply replied, “I don’t date.” (This was a lie, but I declined to add the rest of the sentence. I don’t date men like him.) To my surprise, he rather obnoxiously and arrogantly retorted, “You big fat loss.” Of course, I laughed. I mean, this man was short. His breath smelled like a garbage truck. He was not attractive by most people’s standards. How on earth could it be my loss? Suddenly, I was slightly annoyed at myself. Why had I been so gracious to him? Perhaps, if I had delivered the brutal honesty that he so desperately needed, he wouldn’t be strutting away like he was the bee’s knees. After all, men will always appreciate and desire a “bitch”.
