January 12, 2004

our modern-day prince charming

It's not just Cinderella Steve. It's the epidemic he represents.

You do realize that you come here, I tell the same story with roughly the same ending, and I still act shocked and dismayed. Why? I mean, nothing changes!

Well, I can't say that nothing changes, because there are a few variances: The date on the calendar, the time on the clock. The length of my skirt and the amount of peroxide in my hair. His name. How long it takes him to say, "Oh, the things I would do to you...". The brand of beer on his breath at the time he says it. The excuses he makes.

I find myself giving credit to Cinderella Steve for even apologizing! It certainly saved me time getting all worked up delivering the You Insulting Little Prick speech.

It all just makes me so tired. Tired of being naive and disappointed. Of constantly choosing between bristling at attention or clinging to false compliments. Of deciding not to trust them anymore. And doing it anyway. Tired of thinking it's going to be different this time. But being pretty sure it won't.

Basically, just tired of being me.

Posted by This Fish at January 12, 2004 01:20 PM
Comments

It's weird: I obviously don't know you as a person but only as the only blog that I still read almost every day. Nevertheless, it makes me sad to hear you're down. You seem like a strong woman with a lot of self-respect (a quality not all women have to offer) and I think you've got a great head-start on all those knuckleheads.

We'll all be here when the true fairytale comes along.

Amy

Posted by: Amy at January 12, 2004 01:33 PM

Um. Apologies on behalf of my gender?

Posted by: Lex at January 12, 2004 02:03 PM

cryptic.

Posted by: hubs at January 12, 2004 02:47 PM

I dunno, Hubs. Seems pretty clear to me.

Posted by: Fish at January 12, 2004 02:55 PM

Whenever I start sinking into the 'abyss' I just have to do a Stuart Smalley on myself. You could say, "I'm stupid, all guys just want me for my body, I'll never have a family of my own.... NOBODY likes me.." Then hopefully you will laugh and you can say, "I'm smart, I'm beautiful (inside and out), I have control over my destiny, and gosh darnit, people like me!"

I strongly sense that the latter is true.

Guys are dumb.

I hope you are feeling better.

Posted by: Jason at January 12, 2004 04:08 PM

There is no defense for his behavior; pathetically, perhaps, I resist concluding that his significant error in judgment is more or less excusable because other men do it. There's a tendency to think that the behavior is more mendacious and unforgivable if it's all been heard before, but each individual's different. (For my own part, I have never cheated, but have been cheated on in the past, by women.) If we have to generalize, and act preventively, I would be less inclined to conclude that "men are chumps" than that drinking should be regarded warily, since it seems highly correlated both with cheating behavior and susceptibility to same. Which is too bad, because drinking's fun, for other reasons.

My sympathies.

Posted by: Clyde Mnestra at January 12, 2004 04:13 PM

don't ever change fish. the world need more innocent trusting souls in it.

hey if a frog can find a princess, surely a fish can find a prince.... head out into deeper water little fish, the shallow parts aren't worthy of you.

Posted by: daisy at January 12, 2004 04:21 PM

I don't think there really is a fairytale...but I do believe that true sincerity exists.

Posted by: alicia at January 12, 2004 04:35 PM

The world is a harsh place but it would be even more so if there weren't people like you, willing to put themselves out there. Don't lose hope.

Posted by: saara at January 12, 2004 05:09 PM

I'm sorry. Boys suck.

Posted by: Andi at January 12, 2004 05:34 PM

i don't think the problem is you. i completely agree that this kind of behavior in men seems to have become an epidemic. older members of my family have all told me that they don't remember it being like this when they were young. of course, i have no solution to offer, i just wanted to give a sort of hug of misery in company.

Posted by: bonnie at January 12, 2004 06:15 PM

Ha... THis reminds me of a t-shirt my sister got for Christmas.
It says: "Boys are stupid, throw rocks at them."

Posted by: The Countess at January 12, 2004 06:41 PM

I want the Countess' shirt!!!! But you?!?! You think it's you? ARE YOU INSANE?? Do we {the triumverate when you're in town} not swap nearly identical stories? Constantly? Look, I, as much as the next gal, hates to paint everyone with one broad stroke but gah!!!

Show some asshole creativity boys. The secret girlfriend that you remember only through touching our breasts is SO DAMN PLAYED.

After all... variety IS the spice of cheating...er... life *wink*

Posted by: Ari at January 12, 2004 08:43 PM

it's called hope. that's why you keep stumbling. you have to continue to stumble to eventually fall for the right bicycle. it's through this stumbling that you'll truly know when you've found the right one.

Posted by: michelle at January 12, 2004 09:18 PM

I know why you're disappointed but if you consider the fact that you don't know the guy from Adam does it make sense to be? I suppose when we take flattery to heart we've seeded a little hope, but after you've been told you're beautiful and sexy a hundred times, doesn't it seem an easy thing to say? I'm sure they mean it when they say it but what does it mean? Not much. So instead of investing your hope in the "you're so sexy" remarks of men, try being a little more dismissive and realistic about them. And you might not feel so disappointed.

Posted by: Katherine at January 13, 2004 01:36 AM

"Boys are stupid, throw rocks at them."

Must. have. that. shirt. You too, fishy - a couple of well-aimed rocks is just the ticket.

Posted by: Lisa at January 13, 2004 02:49 AM

Even *I* knew Cinderella Steve had a girlfriend, and I only come out of my cave once every two years. But I didn't think you wanted to know such information when you had his tongue in your ear.

Posted by: Rocco Yamamoto at January 13, 2004 08:47 AM

HA! Go do your homework, Rocco.

Posted by: Fish at January 13, 2004 09:07 AM

it was cryptic cause i didn't read the two previous posts. it all seems pretty satus quo now that i have caught up.

Posted by: hubs at January 13, 2004 01:43 PM

here is where to get those t-shirts. there are lots of good ones on there.
thank goodness for stupid boys, because what would we poke fun at if they didn't exist?

http://www.davidandgoliathtees.com/new/

Posted by: erica at January 13, 2004 03:51 PM

Darn! And he sounded so cute!

::long dating advice deleted, remember this is advice free zone::

They're ALL BASTARDS!! (inserting properly solidarity-based female comment.) A sincere one! But you will find one, one day, who fits your bicycling needs, I am certain. Mine was lurking on the edge of a dance floor, considering getting another beer. I forced him to dance with me, and he hasn't gotten rid of me since.

Posted by: Kim at January 13, 2004 06:40 PM

oooh.. he WAS cute. In the 'I totally wanted to lick chocolate syrup off his chest' kinda way. who knew that didn't mean he was a keeper???

Posted by: Fish at January 13, 2004 06:45 PM