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by Jerry Whorebach 07/28/2019, 10:56pm PDT |
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Women only talk to me when they're drunk, or high, or want to go somewhere frightening. Last night it was numbers 2 and 3. They were having some kind of music thing in the park, and a girl who was afraid of the dark asked me to walk her though the woods to the store. I didn't want to get involved, she was obviously tripping on something, but she also looked like she weighed about 80 pounds and I didn't feel comfortable ditching her after she asked for help. She's sailing, waving her arms around, I'm trying to make conversation, and then halfway through the woods it turns into walking her back to her tent.
When we get there she wants me to go inside with her. That's a non-starter, because while I'm not afraid of the dark per se, I am afraid of the misunderstandings that can happen in the dark. I tried to say goodnight, but she wasn't hearing me. She still had concerns re: a boogieman. If I had any doubts about not going in the tent before, that penetrating piece of infantilization sealed the deal. I told her to go in first, then when she did... I took off. What was I supposed to do? Ask for her phone number, then call her up today and say "Hi, I'm that guy you tried to drag into your tent when you had no idea what you were doing"? I'd have better luck dialing random numbers out of the book.
Just once I'd like a woman to open with "I'm feeling sociable and want someone to hang out with me," instead of "I'm feeling vulnerable and need someone to protect me." I blame decades of Wolverine stories for teaching girls that short, poorly groomed older men just live to lone wolf and cub them. I wonder: when Wolverine loses his virginity, does it grow back really fast? That's a good question to think about when you're lying in bed alone every night. |
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