BadFun

I have no idea why I was thinking about this yesterday – it could have been because of the discussion I had the night before. On my drive into work yesterday morning it hit me; it has been a long time since I have been “wooed”.

Wooing can mean different things to different people but to me it has multiple meanings. For example, when I started dating my last boyfriend he actually had a romantic side (for about a second). He took me out to dinner which was nice but what really got me was the trek we made to the beach after. Granted it was getting cold out and, being on the beach in a thin jacket and short skirt is not something I would ever recommend, the fact that he thought all this up was amazing. The simplicity of just walking on the beach came across as such a grand gesture that I still remember it to this day. Just the other day I was speaking to my last boyfriend and asked him what happened to his romantic side – what happen to the guy that “wooed” me? I won’t dare repeat what his answer was. Lets just say if I could have beaten him with the phone in my hand, at that moment, I would have without giving a second thought to all the mess.

Now let me go back a ways to the boyfriend before Joe Idiot I just spoke about. He was really one of the sweetest guys I have ever met. He was the type of guy that would drive two hours on a Friday from work just to spend the weekend with me. Every single time he came for the weekend he would always come bearing gifts and those gifts were candles. There was a candle shop by his house that he would stop at every Thursday; he made sure to pick up the scents he knew I liked and every Friday I would receive new candles. Of course I had to tell him to stop because even now, I have enough candles to light up my entire house! In addition to the gifts and nice restaurants, he actually took the time out to try and make dinner. That “wooed” me because he put forth the effort to do something he wouldn’t normally do. Thinking about it, he did a lot of “wooing” that I probably took for granted.

And now here we are, back to the present, and I sit and think about that conversation I had two nights ago. When did men lose their ambition to pursue and woo a woman? I’m not the froo froo type – although doing it up every once in a while is nice – which means I don’t expect the expensive dinners or the lavish jewelry (although nice) but I do expect someone to stand out and make an impact. I can have sex talk with anyone and, well, I do actually. It’s my JOB! I can banter with the best of them and I have. However, if you are trying to make an effort to start something new, with me, you need to woo me and not just in the beginning but throughout the entire relationship because if you don’t “woo”, shock and awe me, I will get bored, and the relationship will become routine.

If I end up getting more enjoyment out of brushing my teeth or getting my car washed, then need I say more? Anyway, I think “wooing” is a woman thing and women love it. Not all the time, maybe not most of the time but sometimes it is nice to just be swept off your feet if even for a second.