“You know, the one with the small weiner?”
April 2, 2011 2 Comments
Dating again after just coming out of a relationship can be a hilarious affair. I am definitely under this impression after numerous conversations with single women in the same position as myself – particularly one conversation.
I was talking to my friend who had recently gone through a break-up. She was feeling lonely. “Dude, I called that guy…” she said. I asked her what guy. “The one who lives in the other city,” she says. “I think you met him…” she says. “You know, the one with the small weiner,” she adds, impatiently. I was never introduced to that aspect of him, I tell her. Turns out she was calling him and trying to get him to come over from said city to visit. I didn’t ask why. She also tells me when she put up on her Facebook that she was single she got like, 5 guys sending her their numbers – and that this guy was delighted when she called. But he didn’t come over then, and then he never called the next day either, she said. “What’s wrong with me?” she suddenly wailed. I tell her nothing is wrong with her – she is one of most intelligent pretty girls I know (don’t even have to lie, either – is super smart and very pretty, but can’t see it at all).
“Must be because I’m fat,” she adds, in a self-pitying voice. “No one at all fancies me…” She then goes on to tell me the brief story that I already know. Has been dumped by long term beau, has been messing around with someone else who is now showing less enthusiasm to be with her and now guy from past has failed to turn up. This trio of guys proves she is fat and unfanciable. So she is putting her entire self-esteem on the shoulders of three random guys who don’t deserve to have an opinion on her anymore. To me I can see this as being circumstantial, bad luck, and down to the fact that she is rebounding and feeling vunerable and needy. In a few months when she is sexy, confident and happy in herself again – then the guys will flock. Not now while she’s feeling insecure.
“Well you know what they say,” I say in a moment that called for nothing but a great cliche. “The only way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”
Friend gripes that she is TRYING. Complains guy is too shy – that she wasn’t even looking for commitment or anything serious, just bit of fun. Questions his masculinity on the shagging front.
In other conversations we discuss the protocols to come to terms with again. Friend spoke of new person she was dating anew after coming out of a long relationship. “Its so stressful you know?” she said. “I mean you can’t fart or anything… its so exhausting staying over - trying not to fart all night,” she said. Equally, I myself find the first dating part the most awkward and hellish. Not only are the nerves I get diabolical, but recently on a first date, when I went to text him to tell him I was wearing a stripy jumper – predicitive text wrote it as “wearing a striptease jumper”. Always a great impression.
We had the conversation about whether or not you can be friends. “He’s an asshole,” my friend announced after three weeks. (I took this as a positive sign she was progressing to the better and easier stage of hate and anger, rather then moping). “I have decided, he is an asshole,” she said calmly. I asked her why. “Well I called him in the middle of the night,” she said, as though this were a perfectly natural and acceptable activity. Secretly feel smug have not sunk to this level in my own life until she reminds me of embarrassing drunken texts, which we read again through tears of laughter and her telling me they are an embarrassment to womankind. Have to agree I am similar to her in my shambolic state. “Anyway,” she continues. “So I called him drunk,” she said. “And he wouldn’t even talk to me?! I mean he says he wants to be friends, but what kind of friend won’t talk to you when you’re upset in the middle of the night? So I asked him. “So, tell me about the new girl you’re having sex with… and he was like awww I dont want to talk about it, I’m going back to sleep – I mean WHAT an asshole right?! You just don’t wanna TALK about it now?!”
“I mean, WHAT kind of a friend does that? I was all eager to tell him about my great new sex life,” she says. “And he didn’t want to hear about that either! So I was like, whatever…”
I think about this for a while. Try and imagine parallel universe where I had done the dumping and for whatever reason and didn’t want to be with someone anymore – and got that call, how would I react? But then I think quite good – perhaps because I am a female, and have alot of empathy for others… And my friend - she was with the guy 10 years, she’s allowed the call if it helps her feel better or get closure somehow!
“And so you know what he says?!!” she continues, embittered and riled up. “You know what the fucking asshole says?!”
I ask her what he said. “He said: I’m going to hang up now. Please don’t kill yourself.”
There was a pause for my reaction, and then her response. “AS IF!!” she says. “As if I would actually KILL myself over HIM! Does he really think he’s that important I’d give up my life for him?!” I tell her men think they are. They like to think we are pining and crying all day and will never be same again after they leave us. ”I am having great time!” she reminds me, telling me again about all of the fun she is having with new guy. I back her up, eager like a puppy with a new ball to once again mention my exciting up and coming third date.
“Am going to barbeque tomorrow with girls,” she says after a while. “Wonder if that guy with the small weiner will turn up on Saturday…”















