Posted on 05/14/2017 1:33:01 PM PDT by SamAdams76
They just don't.
In my high school years, I was Richie Cunningham. The earnest young boy from "Happy Days" who always was looking to please others, especially the adults in his life.
As a result, we were walked all over, taken advantage of and subsequently, not dated by girls.
Now Richie Cunningham might have had a girlfriend or two during the fictitious "Happy Days" run but in my real-life Richie Cunningham phase, I had zero girlfriends. I did have several dates that went disastrously wrong because I thought dating was all about being a nice guy. It wasn't.
During that phase, my date would go something like this: I would drive to the girl's house in my dad's '76 baby-blue Chrysler Newport and do the obligatory meeting with the girl's dad. I'd talk about my college plans, maybe the military. I'd tell him about my job at the supermarket bagging groceries and shagging carts and assuring him that the movie I was taking his daughter to was PG rated. I could almost see the dad subconsciously tagging me as a loser and telling me to just bring his daughter home "at a reasonable hour."
Then once I got the girl in the car, I would ask her what she wanted to do. She'd look at me like I had three heads and reply, shrugging, that she would do whatever I wanted to do. So we'd end up seeing some PG rated movie that sucked (think "Kramer vs Kramer" or "Jazz Singer" with Neil Diamond) and would have an awkward nightcap at some Denny's or Friendly's over some grilled cheese and a milkshake. During all this, I'd try to work up conversation but saying I was all in with "women's lib" and that I think that women are better than men in just about every way. I'd ask her about her favorite band and that band just happened to be my favorite band too. Even if it was Abba or the Bee Gees. Then I'd talk about my baseball card collection or how I like to walk along the beach at low tide and toss clams back into the ocean so that they don't die. Once the night was over, she'd shake my hand and tell me that she had a good time and we should do this again sometime. Except she'd never call me, would avoid me in the high school hallway and would never return my calls.
In my Richie Cunningham phase, I never even got to first base. Either it was a total strikeout or a foul pop up out.
It was then that I realized that girls don't like nice boys. I had just joined the Marine Corps and was about to go into boot camp so I had nothing to lose. Just after graduation, I asked a girl on a date and decided to be a total jerk. I refused to meet with her father and insisted she just come to the car. I took her to see "The Shining" with Jack Nicholson starring. She loved it. We went to a real restaurant afterwards and I ordered her meal plus a seven & seven for both of us even though we were not old enough to drink yet. She loved it.
We spent the next two hours necking at the beach before I took her home, well after midnight. She started ringing me up the morning afterwards asking if we could go out again. I didn't return her call for two days. Finally I called and she answered on the very first ring. This was way before cell phones so she was basically sitting at home waiting for me to call.
I was Richie Cunningham no more.
Think of the latin lover in “Atlas Shrugged.” Everyone thought he was a playboy when he went out with so many women. He never really scored.
That reminds me of the Seinfeld episode where George pretends to be a bad boy to get a girl.
When a woman leaves a guy, that giy should NEVER EVER NEVER EVER try to contact her afterwards. It a NO WIN situation.
Just walk away with a, “later baby” attitude and never look back.
6 months or a year later she will accidently pocket call or send a text with a “hope everything is going well.” Or something stupid like that.
You could count on one hand the number of women I brought over to meet my brothers’ big family. I didn’t want the kids to think I was a playboy. More so, none were worth meeting my sacred family. Those that did really loved being around the kids. Motherly instincts.
Damn, you looked a lot like him too.
There's the problem.
Or like Johnny Cougar sang, “Forget all about that macho s__t and learn how to play guitar.”
I also looked a bit like John-Boy Walton.
I was a...well, I was in Intel. Unfortunately, most of the women I met were also in that line of work, and that’s a *special* kind of crazy.
There are millions of women who live their chaotic lives starring in the soap operas in their heads. Their children are to be pitied as a string of worthless bums sleep in her bed. By the grace of God, some of them turn out to be normal, emotionally healthy adults, but the majority repeat the sad, ruinous pattern they saw in their childhood.
approx. 25% of children born in US have a biological father different than the legal father listed on their birth certifcate
I’m glad you wised up because the first part had me dozing off. While you were Ritchie Cunninghamming I was out with the bad ass guy with a pony tail and a canary yellow 10 second mustang doing 30 mile punchouts on A1A at Jax beach. But I told my parents I was with you. :-)
how I used to slice up with scissors the six-pack rings when I was a kid so that the fish in the ocean don’t get stuck in them.
Your not serious ?
How about just not tossing them over the side....!
Yes ....
Bikes is It!
Fonzie had a bike.
Perhaps too many have been brainwashed by movies, songs and Harlequin Romances where everything works out.
In one of his stand-up routines, Jeff Foxworthy quoted an actual survey that showed most women prefer a “dangerous man.”
Go figure.
and I’m not bitter either!
Sounds like you used to talk too much on your dates. Chicks don't dig that.
The Marine Corps had a big effect on my love life, too. Suddenly, I was confident and in amazing shape. Several of my girlfriends from those days (long ago) are still my friends on Facebook, and we chat often. I just rediscovered one, an English au-pair who was a terrific friend for many years, we talk all the time now.
I grew up isolated in a very remote rural area of extreme northern California in weird circumstances, totally socially stunted. being in really good shape and looking like I was moving forward changed that, and I don’t mean with the kind of girls you meet in service towns.
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