Dating Problems Of A Girly Girl
July 5, 2012
By: Meg Dixon
Reading one of my favourite magazines a few weeks back, I came across a feature entitled ‘What does he think of your bedroom?’. According to the article, men are freaked out by rooms that are: a) too pink, b) have too many teddies/fluffy things/flowers or c) have posters or pictures of men up. Looking around my pink themed room mournfully, I counted six teddy bears (two of which were dressed up in bride-and-groom attire – I know, but they were cute!), and sheepishly took down my Heat ‘torso-of-the-week’ poster of Kirk from TOWIE. And then I realised that, in fact, it’s not my room that’s too girly, it’s my whole life!
I am one of those girly girls who has a strong preference for all things pink, dresses her BlackBerry up in various cases as though it’s a child and loves to get dressed up for a big night out. To me, COD is a type, and I would much rather listen to Nicki Minaj singing mindlessly about starships than watch a moody, long haired rocker sing about his deep heartbreak. Which poses a significant problem when it comes to the male species. Who generally don’t like pink things, shoes or Nicki Minaj. I’d really like to be one of those cool girls who listens to all the same indie music as their boyfriend, and who’s happy to watch TV shows that don’t revolve around the phrases ‘Reem’ and ‘Shuuup’, I just don’t think I have it in my (pink and sparkly) genes to be that type of girl.
John Gray was completely right when he wrote ‘Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus’. Because, astrological references aside, Mars is a type of chocolate bar and the god of war, and Venus is the goddess of love, beauty and sex. And what a chocolate bar and the goddess of love have in common is completely beyond me. It’s not so much that men and women don’t understand each other (though, lets face it, this happens too!), it’s that they can’t get their minds around why their other half likes those strange, alien things so much! Women just can’t understand why that lovely boyfriend of theirs would rather watch men kick a ball around for ninety minutes then spend all of Saturday afternoon shopping. And men just don’t get why everything has to be so sparkly, and why we insist on using those expensive, hot things to iron our hair straight, when it’ll only go back to being curly the next day anyway.
With all these complete incompatibilities in mind, it amazes me that anyone actually manages to date successfully! I can’t help but wonder how complete x-box virgins like myself manage to seduce video game crazy boys, or how girls with no knowledge of the offside rule manage to date football maniacs. The dirtier amongst you would suggest that maybe there’s no talking needed (wink wink, nudge nudge), but I like to think it’s all about the art of compromise and taking an interest in each other’s passions, eg: ‘I’ll watch one whole episode of Gossip Girl with you if you will just, please please google the offside rule for me’. Or maybe there’s just a breed of girls out there who manage to play FIFA and still look hot in a mini-skirt. In that case, maybe I’ll ask my brothers for a FIFA tutorial. And get to work on those thighs…
Images from: http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r100/SeverinaM/BB%20UK%202/0200742236300.jpg ; http://camilla.typepad.com/interiors/images/2008/11/24/chic_shack.jpg ; http://cf.ltkcdn.net/videogames/images/std/126600-425×282-Girlsplayinggames.jpg