Love is already a headache when dealt with privately.
But add a public platform to the mix, and you’ve got a potential recipe for disaster.
It’s never okay to defend my honor by beating someone up.
Especially if you’re talking about parties and which clubs you’re going to and who’s going to be there…it’s just silly.
Unless it’s something important—like someone is in the hospital or something—don’t do it. It’s a girlie thing.* It makes you seem like a teenage girl.
If you’re having dinner with friends and they’re always on the phone or always texting, it’s just impolite.
The theory is that women who inhabit the uppermost echelon of conventional beauty are so otherworldly, so demanding, so that no ordinary semi-self-respecting man (i.e., you) could ever make them happy.
I never have to see that person for the rest of my life. I don’t like aggressive people.[*While we imagine a man with the courage/gall/nuts to hit on one ludicrously beautiful lingerie model while on a date with another ludicrously beautiful lingerie model may actually exist, we’ve never met him and wouldn’t know what to say to him if we did.]Don’t change your personality when you get around people at a party, or don’t walk in and think you’re the hottest person because you have the hottest girl.* If you start carrying me around like a trophy, it’s not good.
You have to control yourself, even if the other person is drunk and crazy. Let’s leave.” You don’t have to say a thing to him.
These pampered, fawned-over creatures maintain expectations so outlandishly high that anyone who attempts to scale the heights required to meet them is destined for crushing failure and frustration.
A man needs to be polite, not just to me but to everyone.