I’ve officially entered grumpy old woman territory. Moaning about too many cars on the roads, people glued to their phones in restaurants and the length of time it takes to get a doctor’s appointment.
But I don’t see myself as old, at 50. In fact recently I’ve started to act like a teenager again regarding men. And I’ve noticed some of my female friends are just the same.
Last night a friend called. She had returned home at 10 after a dreadful second date with one of my ‘cast offs’. (When you’re all doing internet dating men go round in circles like a card game at a party.) She referred to him as ‘fatty.’
Fatty arrived at the restaurant having eaten, he told her, 4 sausages.
‘Well we know why he did that don’t we?’ She said.
‘Oh we certainly do.’ I replied. ‘So that he didn’t have to eat much because he’s a tight bastard.’
‘I had a starter of cray fish. He ate my bread instead of ordering a starter then he chose the cheapest meal on the menu – fish and chips for his main. I had a pudding but he didn’t. He said he was on a diet!’
‘A diet?! He’s having a laugh surely? Or more like he’s trying to keep the bill down!’ I laughed.
‘The waitress came with the bill and he turned to me and said go halves? I was disgusted. After we’d paid we headed for our cars and I didn’t so much as give him a backward glance. I won’t be seeing him again. Oh and he said his last date threw a paddy because he didn’t treat her! He wonders why! We’re of a certain age and yes men should take us out for a meal. They’re very quick to expect sex. This one kept hinting about sex; that his marriage had been sexless. She called him lardy arse. Well I tell you there will be no more of this skullduggery.’ She laughed.
Another friend is also complaining about her date. She’s got into a routine of going round to his house and she takes him dinner. He rarely takes her out for dinner and just suggests she come round to his place for the evening. Her daughter calls it ‘Netflix and Chill’ … in other words sex and a film. After sex he comes down in his towelling robe and plonks down on the sofa to watch a second world war documentary.
What is it with men these days? They seem to think they don’t need to swoon a woman, wine and dine and show her she’s special? They seem to have slumped into old man mode not wanting to do anything. Instead we get this dull old fart behaviour…