I’ve been laughing for so long trying to write this blog. Mostly because the person who inspired me to write this explicitly said, “I hope you’re not gonna write a blog about this”… not only am I gonna write this blog, but I’m half tempted to leak her name and occupation too lol. She started giving disclaimers before going into her story which said to me that the next words out of her mouth was going to be outlandish. Justifying yourself in advance just encase you dig a hole for yourself and end up in that sunken place. Anyways, we spoke about some of the things guys have done to entice her in the past and what she made of it all. Long story short, she’s been living her best life for ages and certain guys have been pulling out all the stops. This game is not for the feint hearted, if you don’t come correct you’ll be on the substitutes bench waiting for the main players to tire out.
“Yea, I just have guys buying me stuff”… I listened on curiously… “Even got a free trip to Paris, it was so easy. He spent zillions of pounds on me and I didn’t even have to lift a finger”. Lol, alright that last sentence no-one said ever but you get my gist. You guys are really out here treating Paris like Camden Town. Treating the Champs-Élysées like it’s the brown properties on the monopoly board. Since when did the playing field change like this? Wasn’t free trips to The Shard or Hakkasan good enough? Now you’re packing bags and living life with Pierre and Olivier in the Eiffel Tower. Guys are really out here skewing the game, how selfish of you. What makes you think you can take your average Gemma from down the road to a place of pure imagination. Mate, are you Willy Wonka? Just settle with a Cheeky Nando’s like the rest of us.
I don’t blame her if I’m honest, if someone was buying me gifts and taking me places then it’ll be rude not to accept. I know some women get a bad rep in these sort of situations but sometimes you gotta embrace double standards. Just the other day I was aimlessly watching my mates SnapChat and her story was popping! Drinks… Were… Flowing! I’m sure Mr. Grey Goose himself made a cameo appearance to that one. After sending the ‘shady eyes’ emoji and a few back and forths later, she laughed that the whole night cost her around £19 courtesy of pretty privilege. And with a number as obscure as 19 I’m sure that probably included the cost of the Über ride there and back too. Some of you guys are out here funding the evenings for women who intentionally leave their purses at home lol. Bending over backwards only to receive a fake number at the end of the night; number has like 13 digits. Or worse off when she tells you to add her on Facebook even though her last activity was in 2014.
Guys are really out here skewing the game, how selfish of you. What makes you think you can take your average Gemma from down the road to a place of pure imagination. Mate, are you Willy Wonka? Just settle with a Cheeky Nando’s like the rest of us.
I’m a firm believer that you should treat a lady like a lady but if from day one you’re pulling out all the party tricks, where do you go from there buddy? You set the bar so high that now you’re struggling to be consistent. That Arsene Wenger syndrome. Now you gotta backtrack like Donald Trump with all the policies he wanted to implement cos’ the prices at Novikov have rattled your system. I guess a more interesting thing is to understand why guys feel the need to splash out before even getting to know someone. I genuinely feel guys do this to overcompensate for their crappy personalities or a lack of confidence (or both!). Throwing all your cards on the table and she ain’t even sat down yet. And when she does you then realise all she’s bringing is stress and student loan in return. Play it cool lads, she ain’t wearing your logo on her chest so you don’t have to sponsor her team.
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