Men that Ooze Me December 10, 2009
Posted by littlebeadle in Broken Hearted.Tags: analysing men, attention, dating
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There is nothing wrong with a little bit of egoism. In fact, I think sometimes it’s needed to put yourself first. Like in an airplane they always tell you to put your own oxygen mask on first before helping others.
There is also nothing wrong with wanting a little bit of attention every now and then. Even if you’re a wallflower a sprinkle of attention will brighten up your day and if you need it but don’t get it, you need to ask for it.
But then there are people who are extremely egoistic and crave heaps of attention. Sometimes, and usually I’m one to try and not judge people quickly, you can tell this straight away.
Like tonight when I was waiting for my falafel sandwich to be ready and submerged (quite literally) in my book, a man entered the shop and immediately starting exclaiming how cold he was, and how cold it was outside. I discarded it at first, as I was pretty entranced with the story I was reading ( a post on this book will follow as it is really quite special). But when he continued to repeat himself for about six or seven or even more times, he managed to pull me into his reality.
I looked up briefly to see who this man was, trying not to look directly at him as I wanted to avoid any form of conversation with this man at all costs. He was tall, with a lot of long hair and a jeans jacket. No wonder he was so cold, looking “cool” comes at a high cost apparently.
After he’d made his choice he said he’d be back in five minutes. When I was paying for my dinner, he came back in and the first thing he did was turn his attention to the owner of the place and say: “Hey boss! Which part in London am I from?” The owner struggled to remember, as I would too because anything this guy could tell would probably be not even remotely interesting. I felt for him, as he wanted to keep his client happy like any good shop keeper, but all he could say was “Oxford Street?”.
As I walked home I thought to myself I needn’t have worried about him talking to me. He was oozing with himself. It was all me, me, me for him. I am without a doubt allergic to these kinds of men. The women I can handle. They will just never be my friends. But the thought that I have to fish in the dating pool of men, and there’s a chance that I happen to find myself on a date with a guy like that, I’d rather not go there anymore at all.
