I hate boys that whine.  I really have a deeply rooted dislike for them.  What slays me is that men always complain about how their S/O are clingy, or nag too much.  You know, the usual.

Clearly they’re not acquainted with some of the men that have had the misfortune to cross my path.  First there’s Bryan who really needs to man up and grow a proper pair, also wax his back.  Then Dan who I don’t exactly care for on some level or another.  We just don’t have the right kind of chemistry, yet he keeps trying…

I got an e-mail from him today, said something to the effect of: I’m confused, should I continue to wait for you or just give up?  OK well first of all, I never asked you to wait for me.  I don’t even really like you as a person so why on earth would I say such a foolish thing?  So if anyone’s confused, it really should be me.

Then we have Tom.  I texted him last night, thinking that maybe today was a possibility of us hanging out.  Didn’t hear anything back, didn’t sweat it either.  I’m not feeling well so no big deal.  Except about an hour ago I got a text from him saying the usual ‘hey what’s up’ which I didn’t respond to because I was busy doing other things.  Half hour later: Hello?!? 10 mins after that: well ok than, have yourself a good night.

Dude. WTF?  

Give me some breathing room, time to answer!  Seriously!  I’m busy doing some stuff that really needs to get taken care of, you are clearly not a priority right now.  Had you made an effort to text me earlier then maybe the situation would have been different and in any case I’m charging my phone because it’s currently dead.  Get. A. Grip.  I wasn’t aware that I was to be at your beck and call.  You know what that screams to me:

I’M NEEDY! 

Do. Not. Want.

Next time we talk, I’ll be sure to confirm that I’m the only one here who has a vagina between the two of us.  Otherwise, I’ll just ask what kind of tampons he prefers. Good lord.

You know what I have to say to that whiny boys?

???(?_?)??? Now go make me a sandwich.