So, Honey Badger (she selected the name, I liked it) and I got to comparing some notes on our men. Honey reminisced on her ex, and I, on you guessed it, Mr. Str8, about the annoying behaviour of some men’s video game addiction…
Honey: Tell everyone about our rant (laughing)
Me: So Str8 has picked up another Playstation video game. He came down for weekend. I worked on the Sunday, so we confirmed, on the way into town in the morning, that I was off at 6:30. He said he would leave at 6:20. I texted him after 6pm. After I was walking to meet him, I get a text “u off at 6:30 or 7:30?” He got caught up playing this game, and was over 30 minutes late…..so not impressed. Then, the very next night we agreed to meet at the market. I texted him ten minutes away from the store. He showed up late, 20 minutes later. Oh, and why you may ask? Yup, frickin video game! Was I a happy princess? Not so much. He being a j-a, laughed it off. Men!
Honey: Ya, A-H would play his video games all night, for hours, and stay up late, even though he had to be up at 6am, he would play past 1am! stupid.
Me: Right? And ok, if that’s not bad enough, I leave Str8 for the day, and know he is on that blasted thing all day, and when I get home, there are dishes, and bags and wrappers all over my counter like some junk food atom bomb went off! It’s not like there is a garbage can under the sink, oh no, that one just leaves a mess like a teenage junkie!
Honey: (laughing) I know, they lose all sense, wasting their time.
Me: Trust me, just like Carlie said, we could strip off and do a lap dance and get pushed away like we don’t exist. Zombies the lot of em.
Honey: Why are men like that?
Marla: Men are like overgrown kids.
Me: More or less. I don’t get it. If I don’t respond to Str8 when he wants me to, I get flack! Now, ladies, you have to understand men are designed by biology to be the hunter. So they hunt, watch sports, play video games or build things to keep them active, no longer the caveman that actually brought back the bacon. Housework, cooking and cleaning, that is not a man’s job. Do they not realize, but not paying attention and doing what we want, that they make it worse for them?
Honey: That pisses me off, because when I used to try to get him to bed, he would bitch and complain, and sulk. (laughing) Hey, wait, but you are still a man.. so…
Me: Gurl, I i-dent-ify…it’s not my fault God gave me the pole and not the valley. It is a wonderful curse… I get to…
Honey: And that is where you should end this rant before it get’s triple x… Say ‘see you later’
Me:….oh… (pout) men.. I will leave it at that… see you all later..
We all have things that annoy us, and we can annoy our partners. But for love, we may complain, but at the end of the day, we secretly look back and laugh. It’s the little things that make a relationship. No one is perfect.