oh no he di-in't...
- say to me while riding in my car listening to Wham! (and before that, The Police and before that, an excellent funk mix that i had made), "don't you have any good music to listen to?" and then, when i gave him the gaping-mouthed 'you didn't actually fucking say that you asshole' look, "no, i just meant good music that i might actually like...". fuck the hell off.
- choose Paris Hilton as his #1 pick for celebrities to fuck. i don't want to be one of those girls who gets all insecure if her boyfriend picks a celeb to love who doesn't look exactly like her but of all people, Paris-fucking-Hilton? might as well pick Pam-i'm a drag queen-Anderson! i'm tall, dark-haired, brown-eyed, swarthy, and thick! at my thinnest, i weight at least as much as 2 Paris-fucking-Hiltons! why can't he covet Michael Michele or Emmy Rossum or Angie Harmon or Jessica Alba or some other hot, dark-haired chick with a little meat on her bones. or, at the very least, someone doesn't look like a starving crack-whore prostitute lacking all sense of decency and taste. why i ask?
- suggest i wasn't being a good friend when i complained about having to plan/set-up/attend my friend's jack & jill wedding shower. hi, i'm allowed to complain. i doesn't mean that i don't love her and aren't going to help, showers just suck ass that's all and he should understand that.
tell me to bite my lip.
- say that someday he wanted to move to Toronto because....wait for this kids....they are home to the Maple Leafs! he wants to move to big, dirty Winnipeg for no reason other than goddamn hockey.
...oh yes he fucking did. i knew it was too good to be true.
posted by ago-go @ 2:46 p.m.
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Ago, sorry to hear this. I have never understood the fascination with Paris Hilton. I for one think there at least 1000 celebrities hotter than her. She is hideously skinny and not drop dead gorgeous.
Sucks about his hockey thing. That's a scary reason to move to city. Sounds like something my younger, not littler, brother would do. By the way, my mom and sister called me from Atlanta to tell me they were attending a Braves baseball game. Good for you two I say. Like I give a rats ass. Have fun. Who's the next fish in pond?
Ewww. The Paris thing is gross. Having seen a portion of her "video", I know of what I speak.
So you haven't said if you've discarded him, are going to re-evaluating him, or going to throw caution to the wind and keep him around. Good luck with whatever happens with this! Though, being the devil's advocate (as is my nature), you two were thrown into an intense situation. This might not have been so good to begin with. You've had the prior experience with this, so you'd have a better idea. I just throw out the devil's 2 cents worth...
Change of subject--what did you have on your "excellent funk mix"? I'd never presume to criticize someone else's choice of music (to their face, anyway). Lord knows that anyone who rides in my car is at my mercy when it comes to music.
argh! i am so frustrated! i haven't discarded him because despite these dumb-ass things he said, there's still lots of good stuff.
i think what i need to do is tell him that his good music comment really hurt my feelings and that i am a good friend despite the fact that i complain about the fact that bridal showers suck ass.
but Paris Hilton...there's really no way he can talk his way out of that one...
And Paris can't give a blowjob to save her life!!! Sorry...I saw the video, too. Not to mention she's just an overhyped 'tard in Gucci. If I hear "that's hot" one more time, I'll come unglued.
If you're a real man the list of celebrities to fuck begins and ends with Jessica Alba. You mentioned her, meaning you have better taste in women than your boyfriend.
As for Paris, there's an episode of South Park called "Rich Spoiled Whore" that says it all.
os, i'll get the you music list later, i'm in such a crap mood about this right now.
ynh, jessica alba is my movie wife (i did a blog about her back in april). i don't think it's a good sign that i have better taste in women than my boyfriend, that worries me.
after thinking about this for a bit, i can get past the hockey idiocy, and maybe, with regular therapy, get past the paris hilton crap. but am i being stupid to feel hurt by the music slag? because that really stung.
One of my ex boyfriends was obsessed with Sarah Michelle Geller. He requested "Buffy" dvds for every gift-giving occasion.
Tell 'im exactly how you feel. If he can't handle it, send him on his way. I learned the very hard way that keeping an "okay" guy around isn't such a good idea. If you're gonna spend time building a relationship with someone it should be someone who you really like being with and who really likes you, quirks and all.
The music thing might be salvageable, depending on his definition of "good" music. It's a LOST CAUSE if:
it's metal/hard rock/worse from the early 90s to the present;
it's by any one of the current semi-hit wonders that have cropped up since the insurgence of the internet;
it's any of the current crop of hip-hop groups that couldn't come up with an original idea to save their souls (thus sampling the good shit from the 70s);
it's rap in any of its forms.
Oh, yeah. You aren't stupid to feel hurt. Your music is a reflection of your soul and who you are. You must like it for a reason!
pink, you're right, i need to say something. and i will. he probably did not mean to offend me but better i say something now rather than let it stew and build up into resentment that is far beyond the actual insult (which i sometimes do).
os, i'm very flexible when it comes to the other person's music tastes. i certainly don't expect us to like all the same stuff and i will even put up with rap as long as i can make fun of it! my ex used to love prog rock, i like Yes and other such bands but there was only so much of "the lamb lies down on broadway" that i could take. however, i did not insult it while driving in his car...at least not until a year or 2 into the relationship!
oh, and my "excellent funk mix" includes: burn rubber, fight the power (isleys, not public enemy), peanut butter, express yourself (charles wright, not madonna), pick up the pieces, you dropped a bomb on me, get down on it, to name a few.
kat, it did all happen in one day! and i think you might be right about it being a bad day because we went out today and none of these problems resurfaced. well, all except for paris hilton and i just bit my tongue.
and you are totally right about men not getting why women complain about stuff, they just don't do that! thanks for reminding me of that.
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