Skip to main content

Mr. Wrong



So many girls I know that are troubled in love say that they are always going for 'the wrong guys.'
This is one of those phrases passed on to them from their friends, mothers and probably the woman who waxes their vagina a.k.a. people who listen to their problems on a bi-monthly basis.
It comes alongside reassuring comments such as 'you're just too picky' and 'they're probably all intimidated by how pretty you are.'
First of all, calling someone too picky is a straight up insult. I shouldn't even need to explain why.
Secondly, no one is so intimidated by someone being too pretty that they wouldn't ask them out. If that was the case then Jessica Alba and Megan Fox would be very lonely virgins (as opposed to the main source of Kleenex sales amongst teenage boys).

The thing with the 'wrong guys' excuse is that although not entirely true, it also isn't entirely false. Kind of like B cup boobs in a Wonderbra.
While it is true that many girls go for the same 'type' of guy or seem to be asshole magnets, often it's not so much about the guys themselves but the context in which they meet these guys.

My main example of this is that so many girls go to meet Mr. Right in a nightclub. I'm not sure why no one realises this is the stupidest thing in the world. Girls go clubbing because they like to put pretty heels on, dance around to songs they pretend to know all the words to, take photos, drink tequila shots and in my case fall asleep next to my dog at 4am with a McFlurry in my handbag.
My point is that whether girls are in a relationship or looking to hook up, there are still a million reasons to be in a nightclub that doesn't involve any dick.
This is not remotely the case with guys.
Unless it is someone's birthday or whatever, the only reason a guy goes to a club is to hook up. Because realistically they don't just put on uncomfortable outfits, pay £20 entry, do the awkward man-dance-shuffle and buy girls drinks just for shits and gigs. They are investing in the hook up for that night.

This means that if a girl is looking to find a guy in a nightclub, even if he is the best possible guy to bring home to your mother and buy a cat with, while he is out clubbing he is there to hook up. It's not even his fault, a guy's gotta sow his seed.
If you were to meet any of these guys you see in a club somewhere like Starbucks they are at least 70% less likely to stick their tongue down your throat and never call you again. This is because they are not in hunting mode.

The other thing is that more often than not, girls present themselves entirely wrongly. When meeting a guy, often girls are as loose as possible to show that they are interested. The problem is, if you present yourself like a one night stand, that is all you will ever be. You dress like a slut, act like a slut and meet them in a slutty setting and these guys will fuck you and chuck you sooner than you can say "but you didn't take my number.." Suddenly these guys become the 'wrong guys'.
If you actually let a guy know that you weren't the kind of girl that acts like an alcohol fuelled vending machine (vodka in, sugar out...you get me) then you actually have an opportunity to distinguish the 'wrong' from the 'right'. If you present yourself like a genuine dating opportunity, then they'll take it or leave it rather than take it THEN leave it.

I know it sounds pretty archaic and of course people's attitudes to sex and how they dress is entirely up to them. I personally love getting my boobs out because they make me feel good and I certainly love going out and getting shitfaced. The difference is I am not trying to attract anyone at this point, I'm not getting my boobs out to find a good guy, I already thankfully have a good guy. But if we'd gotten together in an alcohol fuelled, over sexed situation like that then it probably would have gone no further.
My mum has always drilled a lot of traditional ideals into my head about no sex before marriage. While I respect this, there are of course measures to which everyone chooses to live their life. Saying that, one thing I do agree with is that if you put out too soon, you're sending an entirely wrong message to a guy if you actually want a relationship with him.

My most important point in all of this is as follows:
I don't believe there is such a thing as 'right guys' and 'wrong guys'. If we were being honest with ourselves, it would actually read 'guys who want a relationship with me' and 'guys who don't.' I know plenty of guys who are just as capable of sleeping with half of North London as they are committing wholeheartedly to a relationship. It's all about the right time, place and girl.

So instead of putting so much effort into finding the 'right' guys, maybe girls need to focus on making sure they are being the right versions of themselves when looking. Every girl has potential to come across in any which way that a guy can, so pointing fingers scarcely helps the situation. If we were all to stop thinking about each other for a second and just try to work on ourselves, we'd be able to find the kind of people that we want - and actually understand what kind of person that is. Even better, sometimes it can help you realise that being single actually works best.
After all, it's not about finding Mr. Right it's about finding Mr. Right for me. Even if you are your own Mr. Right.


Olivia Jane

Comments

  1. I was betrayed and lied to by my man who was behind my back seeing someone else and i caught him after awhile.I believe that a crucial moment for me was to realise that I am not a victim of the situation but a winner.It’s always best to heal before moving into another relationship so u know what u actually want in life, I am now happy living alone and don’t want a relationship.all thanks to 'hackingloop6@gmail . c o m' for their investigative and hacking service that helped me gain access to all his phone activities remotely,though it seems unbearable,but i feel much better knowing what i was up against.I’m having fun building my career and doing as I please and am in such a happier place X don’t fall into rebound relationships to try and heal a broken heart. I’ve seen it for myself and it doesn’t work! Be yourself, live ur life and fulfil your dreams, once you have healed.I hope no one else has to go through that heartache. 'hackingloop6@gmail .com, is also reachable on WhatsApp + 1 484 540 - 0785

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Can anyone really play 'hard to get'?

  Hello team of loyal readers (a small handful of my mum's friends and some people in India) I was actually not intending to defibrillate this blog back to life again, but here we are ladies, gents and everyone in-between. On Monday night, I sat down with my girls to watch the first episode of a profoundly intellectual documentary that subverts all our ideas about love and relationships. Yep, it was Love Island.  As with all group arrangements to watch TV, it soon dissipated into chaos of talking over the show and me spilling prosecco on the couch. Because my friends are actually more interesting than watching people suck each other's toes in HD (but only just) this wasn't such a bad thing. The topic of the night was all about how and when to message a guy who you're in the early stages of dating. My god it is a motherfucking minefield. Every single option has an equal and opposite.  If you message after the date to say thank you, is it keen?  But then if you don't ...

They Always Come Back

I remember the first times a fuckboy ever broke my heart, my best friend said to me "they always come back." At the time, if I recall correctly, I was in our student house wearing a giant purple onesie with pools of eyeliner down my face and two cigarettes in my hand. Looking like what can best be described as  Barney the Dinosaur's cracked out ex-wife, I shouted back 'AS FUCKING IF'. Eloquent young lady I was. But seriously - as fucking if. As if some douchebag who shouldn't have won the race against the other sperm to join this planet was going to magically 'come back' and save the day. The thing is though...she was right. I have had all sorts of break ups. Messy break ups, clean breaks, break ups over MSN, WhatsApp, FaceTime and even once via my sister on the phone mimicking my voice. No matter what though, in some way or another they do always come back. There aren't many things I'm afraid of. Spiders? No problem - they're...

How to annoy your boyfriend in Tier-2

Hello loyal readers/bored people, I was not actually planning to write another blog post but as the prophetic Messiah that I am, it has come to me in a dream. I wouldn't want to piss off the big girl upstairs by ignoring her wishes - so here we go! I'm sure you've all heard the absolutely stunning news that our fair city is being put on the naughty step once again and now we are forced to see virtually no-one but our parents, lest risk frozen nipples in visiting our friends outdoors. If I didn't know any better, I'd be quite sure that Sadiq Khan had been put up to this by a committee of Jewish mothers, but I digress. For many of us, the first real lockdown was spent living with our partners - a government enforced Love Island 'test' if you will. Of course benefitting by the fact that should your head be turned, there's really fuck all else to go.  So many of my friends have enlightened me to the many pleasures of being locked in with a person who they on...