Syracuse Dating Perceptions… Well, Some.

Let’s get controversial.  I finally write more than one curse word.

The girl in the cafe… yes, this sounds like a nice romantic beginning to a blog post… was [insert your favorite adjective here].

You can decide on this.

It was uncertain whether or not she was on a date, which could be true.  Dates can happen at any time of day, even before work.  However, this engagement was taking place around 9:45 this morning.  She talked nonstop–a stenographer would have a hard time keeping up–but allowing the guy get a grunt or agreeing yes injection without not much of coherent substance seemed too generous.  In a seven-minute period the topics of guys, women’s sexuality, breasts, Victoria’s Secret models, breastfeeding,  milk,  drinking, drinking underage, stealing alcohol, smoking pot, making out with guys her father’s age (when she was a teenager), golf cart riding, smoking more pot, making out with more random guys, waking up naked in a tub of cold water because her friend was trying to wake her up, the love of milk drinking, “humans are the only mammal to drink milk at adult age,” milk as not a hangover cure, Downtown Syracuse, eating, Pastabilities, how she’s never been there, hot tomato oil, Diners Drive-Ins and Dives, Kitty Hoynes, Irish Cannon Balls, and obtaining the recipe for those balled-up Reubens.  Due to my having an appointment, leaving was necessary at that point.

Taking a quick look at the blended conversation topics, they were touched upon smoothly.  There were bridges from one topic to the next, which allowed her to drive her tongue speedily and avoiding any traffic stops.  The occasional grunt from the guy were stop signs that she slid through.

However, the first topic–the kickoff to the conversation–caught my attention.  It bothered me, and that’s why I’m posting about it. It made me question if normal is fading.


“It must be in [guys] genetic make up that they have to stick their dicks in anything.”

(A rant followed this statement, criticizing all guys, but it had nothing to do with their shagging anything that moves.  This made no sense, because the statement stood alone.  It was very general, but by her tone it was exaggerated to a Notch 11.)

So, the girl boasting about making constant destructive decisions is validated when guy-bashing with one ignorant statement.

Enough.  Is.  Enough.

Really?  Is that so?  I don’t stick my dick in just anything.  In the world of women:  I’m not going to get into my sex life–it’s not of your business–but I assure you it’s faaaar from existent.  Yes, we all can poke fun at ourselves.  Let truth be known that I’ve slept with less than a handful of women in my lifetime.  However, I doubt I’ll be frolicking between the sheets with a great piece of ass tonight, because I’m not that type of desperate.  So it can be said that upon my turning 31, I can applaud my strength with abstaining the majority of my life.

As for anything?  Toasters?  Um, no–regardless if they are plugged in or not.  Knots in a tree?  Never had the urge–I’m a tree hugger, not a tree fucker.  Animals?  Definitely not.  Wet cement?  No.

There is no need to venture into more items with a definitive no answer; there are an infinite number of them.

Listen, I could post “Fun Things to Fuck (If You’re a Winner)” by NOFX, at this point in the post especially, but this writer is not the type to wear the T-shirt of the band to be seen or the topic to be written about for that matter.

For this girl to bash on guys (to a guy) does not make any sense.  Call me shallow, but she was nothing great to look at. Women don’t like to be treated as objects.  I don’t tolerate the talk or other guys boasting about it for that matter.

Upon my wrist, a white Vera House bracelet sits.  Women are to be respected, not chastised as objects.

Then again, guys aren’t to be mistreated either.


A very brief discussion about standards took place between myself and a college friend, a female whose name will be left out.  She posted something, and it’s unclear whether these were her words or not, about how Syracuse guys didn’t like a girl in question because of a lack of tattoos.  I replied to reassure her, to support, and to also show the pettiness of some Syracuse women, how they want the model-esque type of guy with money; I’ve experienced this myself and I’ve heard/read about other guys experiencing the same thing.

I’m attracted to tattoos.  Tattoos are art, and it doesn’t matter whether a girl has one or several for me to find it attractive.  Just because a woman doesn’t have any does not put her out of the running, but a (an appropriate) tattoo signifies a sense of individuality.  As stated at the beginning of the paragraph, quantity does not make a difference.  For many guys, tattoos are a definite turn-on, making or breaking the pursuit of said woman donning ink.  The more tattoos she has, the more attractive she potentially is.

I’m an average guy.  I’m 6’1″ (which my ex criticized me for being just tall enough) with an average weight, and I’m progressively getting into better/desired shape.  I’m not a male model.  I don’t have a six-figure job (since I’m unemployed) or boat-load of money… or a boat for that matter.  However, there are many goals to be accomplished.  I feel more comfortable wearing a tie and pants than not wearing a tie and jeans.  I go on dates with attractive women, and I screw up with communication.  I also scare easily.  Yeah, the confidence thing is not up to par, there is great shyness with my personality, and I con’t consider myself all that attractive… somewhat attractive, but not all that.  You can compliment me, which will be responded to with agreement, but the majority of the time to a point.  It’s an issue that I have to work on.

Because women love confidence!

The women of Syracuse have big city–it’s obvious–appeal and desire.  They want what they see on television, in the movies, and sometimes in books.  Hollywood and mainstream know how to boost the sex appeal up to affect people more quickly and severely.  I’ve gotten chastised for riding a camel in China. It could be considered unique and a conversation driver, but it was viewed as disgusting, and she metaphorically sprayed me with a flea repellent.

Of course–before it gets me into trouble–it does not apply to all women.  (All those women are taken, engaged, or married.)


I don’t know why I feel the need to explain my joking around at times… oh, because people aren’t used to my facetiousness.

Let’s take a look at this past Saturday.  I was found at two Tipp Hill establishments, Nibsy’s and Blarney Stone, and this was after the popular and continually growing Shamrock Run.  About 3,900 people ran it this year, which showed an increase from last year.  Next year will probably break over 4,000 runners, and this is something to be extremely excited about.  Improv class took place that morning, and–partially because of anxiety–I didn’t run.  (There is always next year.)

In the sea of runners enjoying their post-run, three people stood out, and I called them The Gucci Pride.


The Gucci Pride consisted of one guy and two women.  One lion. Two lionesses.

The guy wore a white track jacket, which had blue stripes on the arm; he had his fashionable glasses sitting atop his wet, dirty blonde hair.  The jacket was zipped all the way up to the top; no V or the zipper could be seen.  He carried a pitcher in one hand and a pint glass in the other.  He scolded those walking around him, the patrons and employees of a crowded pub, if they bumped into him.  He confidently drank from the pitcher.

He looked like a douche, but there is a chance he is a not a bad dude.

The girls were separate from the guy.  They had on their Saturday Night Best outfits for a two-o’clock outing–conservative for a club but liberal enough to want to get noticed and hopefully rope in a sugar daddy, but it was clear they weren’t looking to get laid–and they sneered at people as they made their way though the crowd of sweaty runners. Why did we even come here?–I heard one say.  Enough said.

 They looked like bitches, and there is a significant chance that they were bitches.

This could very well be wrong. Anything is possible, and this is the point of this post:

Don’t assume.  Give people a chance.  Don’t write people off.


Syracuse dating is frustrating.  A publication is probably going to benefit from this.


Needless to say, my yesterday was frustrating to a valuable degree.  I felt extremely ill with regard to:  employment, family, lack of love life, and an overall self pitying about feeling worthless.  The combination could not be measured, and there probably were irrational thoughts; however, midst my confusion and headache, the added negative thoughts were passed up on and never considered.

Today, my mood has been emphasized by the sun shining.  The meeting went well.  I have a new sense of self-worth.  It’s best to vent the negativity out.

The shit storm came in quickly and left just as quickly.  It was a last minute attempt for negativity to get the best of me, and it failed.

The best thing about yesterday.  After the crescendo of negativity, after a waste of of another episode of the final season of How I Met Your Mother (a third of the episode was good), a phone call was made.  It was the best 45 minutes spent in a long while.


The day is progressing smoothly.  Nothing, unless it’s something drastic, will derail it.  Start tomorrow’s new year off fresh, positive.

22 thoughts on “Syracuse Dating Perceptions… Well, Some.

  1. All dating is frustrating no matter where you live. And while most men (the vast, vast majority) are lovely, decent people…did you hear about that guy in Scotland that got arrested for having public sex with a bicycle? Some men will put their dick in anything. Even bikes.

    1. Oh, no! I didn’t hear about that. That is really strange. Haha.

      I love biking as much as the next person, but… wow. It’s all about dedication.

      Thanks for sharing the story. Best regards.

  2. Reblogged this on An Upturned Soul and commented:
    I just found out that I forgot to ‘Like’ this post, which explains why I couldn’t find it in my – Posts I Like – section of my WordPress Reader when I wanted to reblog it.
    *head bangs hardwood table and buries itself with mea distracted mind culpa groaning stuff.
    Perhaps I forgot to ‘Like’ this post (made up for previous mistake now) because ‘Like’ is an inadequate word for it (good excuse) ‘Love’ is better, ‘Genius’ is closer to the feeling it evoked within me… Chris is one of those writers and onservational geniuses who can’t see how talented he is because that’s a part of his talent and brilliance – better at observing others than himself, and humble about it!
    This post will draw you in and have your mind coming up with all sorts of ideas and notions and opinions… that’s what great bloggers do to you when you read what they write!

    1. Oh, it definitely is, Beth. It’s best to take the good situations and exaggerate the bad ones, completing them with drawings and including, maybe, fire breathing dragons. Chaos is chaos.

      Thank you for the birthday wish!

  3. Great post! Love your passion it makes your words come alive and draws the reader (me) into the scene making the experiences you had vivid.

    It sounds like the woman with verbal diarrhea was using words to block out and/or circumvent whatever was really bothering her. She was probably angry at one person, one guy (who may have been a boyfriend who cheated on her or left her for another woman), and probably not the guy who was grunting. His grunting may show that he had heard all of this before and knew there was no point in saying anything because she talks AT people and not WITH them, and he was just there so that she could vent her anger and not look like an angry crazy person talking to themselves out loud in public.

    It reminds me of something I’ve been meaning to post, it’s a manifesto on What To Do When Thing Don’t Go Your Way by Celestine Chua. #7 – Uncover what you’re really upset about (clue: it’s not the world).

    The clue made me chuckle. What the verbal diarrhea woman did in her statement about guys was actually normal rather than normal fading. Human history (and the present) is filled with stories of what happens when we have a personal issue and decide to make it a generalised accusation. One person pisses us off so much we see anyone of the same group which that person belongs to as being at fault too, and we get a righteous high (an emotional adrenalin rush) from our accusation and become an activist against all people of that group and it doesn’t matter if it’s fair or illogical because the more we repeat the accusation the more we convince ourselves that we’re right. And we can always find others with similar issues who are prepared to join the cause.

    And you showed that dynamic in a very poetically expressed and well-written manner. You’re an observational genius!

    1. Ursula, I love your comments. Thanks so much.

      I’m far from a genius, but the practice is helping quite a bit. If you want to read a great observational person, Paige, the writer, is more keen than I am.

      It definitely helps to take a step back and realize what is bothering you, but people enjoy taking the social media approach and posting something not thought out, degrading, or vague to the point where curiosity from others is simply passed off.

      Thanks, again, for reading and commenting.

      1. That’s a great link and blog, thank you!

        Happy Birthday 😀 best wishes and blessings for your personal New Year!

        *sings happy birthday with a weird nationless accent very loudly knowing you can’t hear it… and that is my gift to you 😉

  4. “Don’t assume. Give people a chance. Don’t write people off.”

    If only more people thought like this.

    There seems to be this perception that love is hard to find, but if you just want a fling (of sorts) that’s easy.

    Um, no. Not all guys are DTF for the hell of it, just like not all women are in it for love. Double standards and stereotypes suck.

    I think I am going to start adopting more cats (yes, I will embrace that one stereotype…cats are cute).

    1. Thanks for seeing me not as bitter. Despite sourness, I bank on positive vibes.

      It’s just a shame that stereotypes can’t be pushed away, and rationality come into play more often than not. Everyone is quick to write someone off based on one quality, especially if the perceived negative quality is outweighed by positives. Then again, some negative qualities are huge negatives, especially if they are recurring and threatening.

      It’s shows that I’m finding more out-of-area women more attractive. I could handle long distance relationships should something come about. It would be tough, but “where there is a will, there is a way.”

      Cats are cute. Just adopt carefully.

  5. Quite the post here, Christopher S. Malone. When you use more than one swear word in a post, I shall call you by your full name. It’s the parent in me. The spewing woman talker was likely exaggerating. Can she really feel such hostile negativity to all men? The grunting companion did not help, obviously. The Gucci Pride was likely exaggerating, too. They were trying to get themselves to believe just how important and above it all they are. And, finally, I think you may have made an error in the paragraph about your sleeping-with number. First you say the number is less than a handful, and you follow that up with stating that none of them were part of serious/long-term relationships. You have one-nighters but don’t sleep with your girlfriends? I don’t believe that statement but as you said, maybe it’s just none of my business.

    1. Mark, you’re allowed to be a parent. The language will be toned down, I promise.

      She was actually pretty hostile, and I toned her down.

      The moments were not one-night-stands, but the relationships did not last as long as hoped. The misinterpreted statement was removed. But you and others are **definitely** allowed to call me out.

      I hope my positive spin, the capped-off bold, was clear toward the end.

  6. Dating is a pain in the ass, just like the girl you had coffee with. You’re a nice guy and once you get the confidence in you about how great that is, the rest will take care of itself.

    I’m glad today is better!

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