My kids said I was the only one...

...who felt like I do about certain things but I have to believe that they are wrong. Take for example, entertaining the opposite sex in one’s bedroom. It just isn’t done. Well, not until IT’S done, but in general, it just isn’t done, right? That’s what I told my kids that when they lived at home. It’s what my parents told me when I lived at home. The last time I was single, I went out. I don’t remember men trying to loiter at my house, putting me into the unwelcome role of hostess. That role is most assuredly a chore where I come from. You must see to it that your guests are not wanting for anything and that takes an effort that I put forth when I am in the mood for it.

So, earlier when this friend of mine called and attempted to finagle an invite out of me, I was rather annoyed. I wasn’t as irritated immediately as I should have been, but I did respond with the appropriate surprise and extricated myself from the situation and the phone call quickly. But the more I think about it, the more it exasperates me. We went out one time and he thinks that we have already graduated to dropping by at no notice because, “I am real close to you.” It sounds too much like another freak who thought I was a cheap date.

He called and asked if I like movies, I said, “Sure.” I really don’t because I am night blind and once I have to go to the ladies room, the movie is pretty much over because I can’t find my seat again. Anyway, he proceeded to ask if I had a DVD player or a VCR. I was appalled. I told him that if I had to host the evening it would be $500 up front.” I could hear him mumbling something as I hung up on him. If I had wanted a man to sit in my living room and watch something that he picked out himself, I would have stayed with the couch potato that I already had, why would I rent out space on my couch? Did he actually think that this would dazzle me into bed with him?

And then there was the one who, after a few meetings, finally had graduated to the “pick up” type of date. I went back to my room to get something and if I hadn’t turned around to leave when I did, this guy would have walked right into my bedroom. The way I see it, you have no reason to go any further than the bathroom without an explicit invitation. As if that didn’t antagonize me enough in itself, my son was there. What would he have thought if I let a man just waltz into my bedroom? Is it me? I didn’t say a word, I just kept on briskly walking straight through the house and out the door, holding it open for Bedroom Man so he could walk outside. Then I went right back into the house, locking the door behind me.

I have a new rule. No more coming to my house unless I have thoroughly put them through the ringer.

One more thing, I don’t expect a man to put out a lot of money on me. There are ways to spend time together that are pretty easy on the pocket. It just takes a little imagination. I don’t mind at all if a guy isn’t Bill Gates, money is not terribly important to me. But, I don’t expect a man to COST me anything either and I am just old fashioned enough to lose respect for one who tries. It won’t work, I’m not a fool. Once a guy does attempt to cost me money, he never gets another chance.

Now, to all you youngin’s out there (yes Guy, you are a youngin‘), am I being ridiculous?

Meg