I’ve recently discovered that I have a quality assurance panel of men in my corner.
I guess they were always there. I just wasn’t paying attention.
Once I dragged Jun out with me when I was supposed to meet a guy back in NYC. I had barely moved and I was freaking out at the idea of being alone with this dude. Terrible sign right? I was anxious about hanging out with a guy so I drag my male cousin along for company. Yeah, I was still learning back then. The next day Jun told me, "I don't like that guy. He was trying too hard." Read: "I don't like that guy for you."
On the way back from SF after meeting the tall glass of handsome water, TK says: "Kate, you're so much cooler than that guy. He uses the word 'bro' in his vocabulary. You're a fucking Art Director. He’s just not as cool.” I actually despise when men call each other "bro." I thanked TK for looking out and asked him to please direct me to a man he feels is worthy of my attention. P.S. The tall glass of handsome water was a dead end. TK was right.
Rob is constantly asking me to point out men I find attractive. Always. So while out on a Saturday night I pointed one out. "I think you can do better," he says. Rob and I are frequently discussing optimal places for my BAE watching pleasure. Personally, I believe future BAE is lazy as fuck to go out and does not have the same energy I do (who can blame him, I swear I have a 23 year old’s stamina).
Law is always in my business, even if he’s on the other side of the county. Every time I came to work even slightly dressed up he would ask: "You got a date tonight or nah?" Eventually he figured out all of my patterns, specifically that when I don't wear glasses it’s the automatic indicator of "Yes, I have a date tonight." "Make sure he actually calls you and has a conversation, don't just accept texts." I swear his advice is so old fashioned sometimes.
Ex-Mr reads this blog and proceeds to ask me about whoever it is I just mentioned or figures it out for himself. "Who's this dude you sound excited about?" "Tell you what, if I actually go out with him—I'll spill, until then he's not worth mentioning." "You're wise that way," he responds. My Ex is on some silent watchdog shit. That's no surprise though.
My girls are quick to accept anyone I am even lightweight interested in, I’m picky and lonely at the same damn time. Maybe they just want to hear progress in my “love life.” SIIIIIIKE.
My boys on the other hand will tell me how it is: “You need a cut-off age. The young ones have zero respect. The dudes who have the balls to talk to you are lame. You don’t notice most of the men who noticed you.” The list goes on… and on… and on…
Thank you boys, but how about instead of screening you try scouting instead? ;-)