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How Do Equal Rights Effect Relationship Roles?

November 23rd, 2009

The battle for equal rights between women and men has been fought for years and still is being fought today. On many fronts women have won, but on some, they have lost. More and more women are making their way into to executive positions. They start their own businesses, defy traditional employment roles, hold political offices, have mortgages, car loans and bank loans in their names. It is not uncommon for women today to juggle a family and household while also maintaining a successful career. Women have demanded equal treatment, and for the most part have, they have it. But when it comes to relationship roles and dating, where is the line drawn?

If I look at this from a man’s point of view, I can see how this independent breed of women can be intimidating and a little confusing—do they want me to pay? Should I open the door? Get her coat?—and they wind up mistaking equal rights as an excuse to treat women as if they are men, forgoing chivalrous behaviors out of fear of offending a woman’s sense of independence. What they do not understand is that while women are indeed more independent than ever, equal rights will never make a woman a man, and a woman will always want to be treated like a lady.

Women are different by nature. They play a different role, and there is nothing wrong with that. What those roles are in any given relationship will be defined over time and are different for every couple, but the one thing that will remain the same is a woman’s desire to be treated with the adoration she deserves. Giving women equal rights, equal pay, equal treatment, will not change that. If a man wants to have a successful relationship with a woman, he needs to realize that being a gentleman will never go out of style, and chivalry is a trait women desire in their partner.

That said, I am realistic enough to know that just as women’s rights have evolved, so have the roles of chivalry. Women no longer expect a man to lay down his coat so they don’t have to step into a puddle of water, but if it’s cold out when you are walking to the car, it’s never a bad idea to offer up your jacket. And speaking of cars, while you are there, open the car door for her. Some women have started not to expect men to open their car door—building doors, yes (always yes), car doors, not so much—but it will always be appreciated.

Many men may feel confused as to what women’s expectations, when it comes to dating, are. Successful independent women are looking for men who take care of themselves. This extends into three areas, first of which is the overall physical appearance of a man. A man who dresses sharp and is well groomed shows he put time and effort into getting ready which is impressive to women because it shows he put thought and effort into trying to make a good impression. Women go to great extremes to take care of themselves, especially for a date, so a man who does the same speaks to his thoughtfulness.

The second part is on the career front. Women want a man who has as much ambition as they do. That is not to say every man needs to be a doctor, he can work for a coffee shop so long as he has dreams and goals he is aspiring to achieve.

The third area of appearance is not a physical one; it is the appearance of intelligence. A man should be up to date on current events and be able to speak intelligently on a variety of topics. Entertaining conversation will keep a woman interested and intrigued. Some women claim there is nothing more attractive than a man who can make her laugh.

Another area of equal rights dating confusion is the expectation of whether or not men should pay on a date. Recently I came across a debate over this very topic over at my friend Nilsa’s blog,  SoMi Speaks. She took the stance that women should in fact pay their own way, stating:

“I expect these freedoms. I expect my independence. And as a result, I expect to pay my fair share in life. I don’t care who asked whom out on a date. If you don’t know the guy and this is your first time meeting, you should both pay your own way. Or at least you should make a legitimate effort to do so. And if the guy takes you up on the offer, don’t think poorly of him. Don’t look down on him. Don’t consider it a test. Consider it equitable and fair.”

To which I disagree, but find it important to share both sides of the issue.

It is my opinion that men should in fact pay… at least in the beginning. My reasoning stems back to the stance that all women want to be adored and wooed. I don’t care if the woman makes more than the man. A man paying still shows that he is willing to make an effort to impress her, therefore proving he thinks she is worth it and/or special. One word of caution to the women out there is to be careful that you are “worth it”. As one relationship correspondent points out, “Chivalry isn’t about getting things in return, it’s about being recognized to a degree for your actions and knowing that the person you are with will also treat you right. Chivalry is a two-way street, in which you shouldn’t be taken for a ride.”

In other words, a little appreciation and recognition will go a long way.

As relationships progress—depending on the roles you establish—this rule may or may not still apply. But, no matter what roles you establish, a woman’s desire to feel special will never change, and there is no trait more desirable in a man than the ability to make a woman feel special.

Speaking from personal experience, one of the things I love about my current relationship is how chivalrous ED is and the way he likes to, for lack of a better term, take care of me. Not because he thinks I am incapable of caring for myself or need to be rescued—because as an independent woman I certainly do not—but  because he thinks I am worth it. He treats me as if I matter to him, and he doesn’t want to lose me. If he were to treat me like a man, like one of his male friends, my need to feel special would not be met.

Outside of entertaining a woman with words, the way a man lets a woman know how he feels about her is through his actions…by treating her with respect…by treating her like a lady. Believe me when I say, women pay attention to every action or missed opportunity presented. They are watching to see how interested a man is in them and in turn how interested they are in response.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

***Whew! Did you make it all the way through? This is an edited version of an essay I had to write for college. What did you think?***

Dating debating, Essays

I’m in Danger of Loosing My Bitch Fest Invite

August 12th, 2009

What do you say when things are actually going OK in your life?

A few nights ago I spent an evening with two of my closest friends who are both going through a rough spot with their significant others. I listened to their stories, gave them hugs when they cried, used tough love where necessary and told them they are strong, beautiful, amazing women who can do anything they want! They are in control of their destiny and don’t let anyone tell them differently! GOT IT SISTER???

Sadly, I couldn’t join in with my own stories and upset feelings. I say sadly because everyone likes a good Bitch Fest. Here I am with the perfect opportunity to talk about all of the stupid little things that ED does that have been driving me crazy! A perfect time to vent my pent up frustrations!

But alas, I had none to share. Not right now. Not about ED anyway. Things are going ridiculously good between us and we all know the last thing a woman wants to hear when she is upset with her current relationship is how happy someone else is. Even if they love you and are happy for you, they are just not in a state to hear about it. In fact there is an unspoken rule when you attend a Bitch Fest: Save your mushy, lovey, “Oh my god he is so sweet because…” stories for another day or find yourself uninvited!

That’s how it goes. I don’t make the rules, I just live by them

I leave tomorrow for Mexico to spend just under a week on vacation with ED. My only hope is that he does a few asshole things while we are gone because I DO NOT want to get uninvited to the Bitch Fests because once you’ve been ousted from one you will find it very hard to ever get another invite.

Apparently word travels with these things.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Bag full of complaints, Dating debating

Goodness! Birthdays Turn Me Into Such a SAP!

August 11th, 2009

Today is my boyfriend ED’s birthday. Today he turns the ripe ol’ age of 30.

That’s right, Dirty Thirty.

Having been his girlfriend for the past seven months I know the very last thing in the world he would want for me to do is to gush any personal information about him. He is a very private person and I am, well I am a blogger.

Nuff said?

However, because it is his birthday I can not do nothing. It is my duty as a blogging girlfriend to either gush about him or embarass him. Luckily, by gushing I am able to accomplish both.

Things I love about ED:

- His 15 year old sense of humor. Sadly we are a lot alike in this area. Although recently I did have ask him to limit the amount of “your mom” jokes to under 10 per day.

- His old fashion values. ED is a country boy and he is chalk full of country boy values. He is chivalrous but believes men and women are equals. He always open the door for me and if he saw a stranded motorist, he would be the guy who would stop.

- The way he encourages and believes in me even when I don’t believe in myself. If it was not for him I may never have pushed myself any harder or further with my college education than an associates degree.

- How he likes to take care of me – mentally and physically. He listens to my rambling stories and patiently waits for me to get to the point in my long round about way and he hugs me when I cry. He keeps me healthy and active and I never go hungry when we are together.

- He has accepted me, along with all my quirks and emotional baggage, and loves me a surprisingly large amount. Sometimes I am shocked by the abnormally sweet things he does and he will ask me, “when are you going to realize just how much I love you?”

- Lastly, I love who I am with him. We have all been in those relationships where you feel like you lose yourself or you don’t like the person you are becoming. With ED I feel like I am me… but the best version of me I have yet to know.

Happy birthday baby! Here’s to being together and loving each other for a very long time, and by a very long time I mean “as far into the foreseeable future as possible”… which means forever.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Dating debating, Emotions get the best of me, Loved One(s), Uncategorized

Being Compared to a Griswald is Not a Bad Thing, Right?

August 6th, 2009

It’s no secret that my domestic skills are, well, lacking. I have no food in my fridge and the when I do buy food it goes bad (by the way, yes, I did finally throw out the expired eggs in my fridge).  But somehow I have managed to survive on my own and not starve to death. Barely.

Last week ED picked me up from the airport after my trip to Chicago.  I knew he wouldn’t be able to stay long due to some other obligations. Not wanting to make him feel bad about having to leave so quickly I told him I was fine to find food on my own. To which he laughed. In an effort to prove him wrong I walked into my kitchen to show him that yes, I actually do have some food in my house… somewhere. You just have to be creative.

“Summer you are like the cousin Eddie on the Griswalds. ‘I don’t know why they call it Hamburger Helper because I’ve made it before and it tastes just fine without’. You have tuna helper but no tuna. You have Eggo waffles but no syrup. Honey you don’t even have milk! Please, let me order us some Chinese food?”

To which I broke down and bawled, not because he kept comparing me to Cousin Eddie (who apparently makes his own ketchup too), but because he cares enough to put off pressing plans to make sure I don’t die of hunger.

If that ain’t love then I don’t know what is.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS – If you are not familiar with Cousin Eddie click HERE.

Dating debating, Uncategorized

Fat Kids Love Cake

June 15th, 2009

ED and I went on our first ever double date. It was us and ED’s best friend and his wife. We went to dinner and after we went to Poplar Street to watch a blues band play called Blues 66. They were absolutely amazing. We ended the night around 10:30 because the other couple has children and babysitters to attend to. 

I know you are thinking, whoopd’y shit. What’s the big deal? Sounds very normal and boring. Well, that is where you are wrong. You see, ED and I only get to see each other twice a week and we tend to be a little selfish with our time. We have to get enough of each other on a Saturday night to last us until the following weekend and that is hard to do when you are with other people. 

When we first started dating, an additional reason for our selfish exclusivity was that we wanted to be sure about the relationship before parading each other around our respective friends. Because honestly, there is nothing worse than bringing a new guy around, letting your friends get to know him only to tell them 2 weeks later that they won’t be seeing him again. Ever. It’s way too much work, plus it’s embarrassing. 

So here we are, 5 months into round 2 of dating and we are doing “coupley” stuff with other couples with no anxiety or second-guessing. It’s really…cool. Finding myself in a happy, healthy relationship with potential for a future is somewhat uncharted territory for me. I haven’t been this comfortable or happy in a long time. 

Sometimes I wonder when the rug is going to get pulled out from under me and when he will turn into a controlling ass hole. I’ll eye him suspiciously expecting the transformation to take place right before my very eyes! But, instead he just smiles at me and says, “Aw honey, I love you. Like a fat kid loves cake.” 

Then I melt. All worry and suspicion floats away and I continue to let myself just be happy because fat kids really do love cake and I really do deserve to be happy.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Dating debating, Emotions get the best of me, Loved One(s)

The First Time Around

June 10th, 2009

As some of you may or may not know, ED and I dated 2 years ago which is how he got his blog name “ED” in the first place. It stands for Environmental Dating, as in dating the same person twice or, for all intents and purposes, “recycling”.

Karina the Russian was going through her pictures last night and came across this picture. ED is just so freaking cute I couldn’t help but share it with you. This was during my swoopy bangs period and I think my face looks slightly retarded, but I think you can see he made me (retardedly) happy back then, just like he does now.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Dating debating, Loved One(s)

Concessions are a gift

May 19th, 2009

Me: “So you know that bruise I thought I got from sitting on the rock at Emerald Pool in Zion? The one on the side of my knee? Well, turns out it really is a bug bite of some sort cause it is all swollen and itches like a son-of-bitch.”

ED: “Oh, you mean the one I said was a bug bite all along? Man, I really hate being right ALL the time.”

Me: “Yes. That is the one. I debated telling you for that very reason. Consider my ‘you were right’ as an early birthday present.”

ED: “Aw. Thanks baby.”

Relationships are all about the give and take. Lucky for ED I’m such a giver in this one.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Dating debating, Hiking

It’s Not the Same Thing

April 13th, 2009

I convinced ED to come with me over to my sisters house on Friday night to keep me company while she did my hair (what can I say? Tuition is due and she does a fab job for cheap!). I did my best to explain to him that it would be fun. He could laugh at how silly I look, have a drink or two, we’ll listen to music and gossip – a great time will be had by all!

Friday night comes around and ED picks me up. We are getting a bite to eat before heading over and he says, “You know, everyone agrees with me that it is kind of bull that I am coming over with you tonight.”
“Everyone? You took a pole? With all of the guys at the gym? Of course they are going to say that!”
“No, the girls there agreed too! Listen, it’s like if I invited you over to my buddies house to watch me play video games.”
“So not the same thing! First of all, IF I were ever stupid enough to get myself into your hypothetical situation, which I would not, I know I would be flat out ignored whereas you, my darling, will be fully engaged into our conversation.”
“Lucky me…”
ED ended up coming with me and in-spite of his complaining, he had a good time. He politely excused himself mid-way into our girl talk of concerts, embarrassing moments and reality TV shows, to watch The Best of Will Farell DVD with my sisters boyfriend. He did manage to snap a photo of us though.
See? Don’t we look like we are having fun?
I suppose that men and women are just different. We enjoy good conversation and taking care of ourselves while men enjoy… um… Will Farell?
Blogfully yours,
Summer

Dating debating

Wesley

April 2nd, 2009

Me: Hey babe, did you get a chance to read my post about going to the country?

ED: Yeah, I liked it.

Me: Oh sweetie! You are getting so good at giving the standard boyfriend answer instead of telling me what you really think! Have you been practicing?

ED (ignoring my comment): You were right about the comments. It’s pretty sweet that the Kel person called me hot and she made me laugh when she said she wouldn’t call me ED.

Me: Yeah, but unfortunately you are stuck with it now. You are ED!

ED: What if you called me Wesley?

Me: Wesley? Why would I call you Wesley?

ED: You know, “farm boy, fetch me that pail of water.” “As you wish.”

Me: Great Princess Bride reference babe and that would be appropriate… but I’m sorry, I named you ED and ED you will stay. We are past the point of no return.

ED: OK, but just remember, people thinking I have an erectile dysfunction or that I’m emotionally disturbed reflects poorly on you too!

Me: Noted. I’m still not changing your name.

ED: It was worth a try.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Dating debating

There’s no crying in the country

March 31st, 2009

So last week I told you that I was going to the country to meet my boyfriend ED’s parents and see the farm he grew up on. I asked for your opinions as to what to wear and you did not disappoint! Your advise was spot on! I know this because I didn’t listen and wish I would have. Ah well! I always did have to learn my lessons the hard way.

Designer boots or no designer boots? That was my original question. You convinced me not to take them and I decided to bring my hiking boots instead. Well, I decided to, but I actually forgot to put them in my bag so I showed up bringing only the lightweight tennis shoes I had on. Doh! Strike one for the city girl!

Let’s see, what other advise didn’t I listen to? Oh, the whole get up early part. I half way listened. I got up about on time, jumped through the shower, did my hair and put on some light makeup. Little did I know that the day they had in store for me was one of manual labor. Luckily ED’s mother, let’s call her Mama ED, was kind enough to tell me to leave my fancy purse in the room (so I don’t get mud on it) and handed me a pair of leather work gloves and some sunscreen.

First chore – dig a ditch with a tractor.
Second chore – get tractor unstuck from the mud.
Third chore – dig ditch by hand.


Mostly I was on supervision duty along with stacking random pieces of wood from dead trees in the burn pile (score one for me not having appropriate shoes!). Luckily I had the guidance of ED’s 5 year old nephew to show me the ropes.

Fourth chore – set the field on fire.


After watching the field burn and pretending not to have anxiety about fire containment and whether or not the reported the fires to the proper fire burning officials, we stopped for lunch.

Although I was ready for a nap, I sucked it up and found a way to redeem myself by 1) learning to drive a tractor and 2) hauling tree branches that ED and his brother were chainsawing, onto the trailer bed and then onto another burn pile.

This post is getting quite long and there is probably no need to tell you EVERY detail so I’ll try and wrap things up.

Day two – the wind was incredibly strong so they decided that the days chores would be to cut down a tree that had fallen in front of their grandfathers farm “just across the way”. That’s right, because wind and sawdust go perfectly together. However, lifting heavy tree stumps was totally worth seeing the way ED can swing an axe. I literally had to tell myself to stop eye-raping him before someone noticed.

Joking and eye-raping aside, I had a great time. ED’s family is amazing. I finally understand where he gets his incredible work ethic. I am sore, bruised and exhausted. I got to see so much. Like regular horses, baby horses, all sorts of bunny rabbits (I even held one, but not the one with the red eyes because it looked evil…like it would chew your head off if you gave it the chance), chickens with feather shoes on and a crap load of farm cats and dogs. When I asked ED what the bunnies names and the chickens names were he told me that “not all farm animals get names.” I told him that on my farm, ALL animals would be named – even the chickens. Granted their names would probably be Shut-the-hell-up-noisy-ass-bird 1, 2, 3, etc.

Farm life is great but I’m glad to be home.

The end.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

P.S. Do I label this post as a vacation? That just seems not-quite right.

Dating debating, Vacations