How To Get Out of Valentine’s Day….

You’re in luck gentlemen! Because I have dated the experts on this subject.

This is the scenario: you don’t want to be bothered with the day, but your girlfriend is all about it. While you don’t want to break up, you want to come justcloseenough to effectively sidestep the day and still keep your girl.

I’d say grab a pen, but it’s 2013…get ready to cut and paste.

Step 1: Sex…

You’ll have to have amazing, mind-blowing-spend-twice-the-amount-of time-giving-her-head type sex. This weekend. Yes. The sex has to be so good that she’ll factor it into her decision when she’s trying to figure out whether to dump your ass for fucking up next week.

Also, it’s insurance…if this doesn’t go as planned, you may not get break up sex. Make it good. Make it stick(y). Make it count.

Step 2: Have life run interference…

Option 1: Work
If you have a 9-5, go to your boss and find out if there is any work that you can take on; preferably the kind that keeps you at the office until about 7:30/8 p.m. Timing is key. You’re stuck at the office long enough to miss out on dinner reservations and get home late-ish, but not so late that it arouses suspicion.

“Baby, this meeting is going to run until about 7 or so…” sounds much more plausible than “I’m pulling an all nighter”. The former sounds like work life…the latter sounds like your name is Fitzgerald Grant III.

If you work swing shifts, get your shift switched on Monday. You may have to pay off a co-worker to ensure their silence, but this will be cheaper than a gift/dinner/outfit. Do NOT do it until Monday at the earliest or Tuesday at the latest. Any earlier and you’ll arouse suspicion for shit you’re not doing (i.e. cheating).

Reasons for the shift: depends on your industry, but there is a major flu going around…a coworker may have to call in sick.

Option 2: Fuck up your mode of transportation.
Have a car? Rip out the spark plug or smash in a light. Take the bus? “lose” your bus pass. The extra costs incurred will help you get out of buying a present. She’ll understand…you can make it up to her.

Option 3: Play some sport this weekend, get a soft tissue injury.
Once, when it was raining, I ran into my place of work in high heeled boots and slid across the lobby floor like it was made of ice. I slammed my foot into the edge of a door. I then rushed off to my training seminar.

4.5 hours later while I sat in a ER, the doctor on call had taken x-rays twice. He was trying to figure out how my foot, which was turning shades of purple, was not broken or fractured. He called in another doctor.

“Somehow, you have managed to damage ALL the soft tissue in your foot, but not break anything…?”

I could still walk (well, limp) and had to wear sneakers. But that was about it. Sucks. No dancing. No heels. Limited time on my feet. Bummer.

Option 4: give your computer a “benign” virus…
Holy shit! The apple genius says it’s going to take x amount of hours and x amount of dollars to fix. Like your car, your bus pass, et cetera, an “unexpected” cost can be forgiven…

Step 3: Do NOT talk about Valentine’s Day…
Remember the rules of Fight Club? Good. If you talk about it, SHE will think about it. If she’s thinking about it more than she already is, then YOU will arouse suspicion if you choose any of the above options. Get caught up in “work drama” (no details, just “drama”)… have your boys call you about a pick up game of ball (hardwood is conducive to soft tissue injuries. So is ice hockey)…talk about your car making a funny noise…if you’re always on point about your stuff, start losing track of shit.

DO. NOT. SUGGEST. “SKIPPING”. IT.

Is Valentine’s Day a crass commercial made-up holiday designed to sucker in people into thinking that true romance needs a special day? Special should be whenever the moment calls for it! Not forced. Not imposed. Not directed! What if you don’t even like pink or red?

Not being sarcastic. I really feel that way about V-Day.

Does SHE really feel that way? Not sure? No? Then, I repeat: Do. Not. Suggest. Skipping. It.

Step 3: Pick a fight…
Now, steps 1 and 2 may lead to a fight depending on your delivery. But in case they don’t, you’ll need to pick a fight.

THIS is tricky and I only advise that you do it if you are an excellent poker player. You need to be able to have the face for this. You have to be like John.

Think. What do you do regularly that annoys her? Think…you know she’s cussed your for it. Think back to those times when you’ve turned her voice into one that sounds like an adult in Charlie Brown’s world…Think.

Got it?

Okay. Now do it. Then, when she gets pissed off, do something else. THEN, when she’s really pissed ask, “what’s the big deal?” or something else that will trigger her. Laugh it off. Call it “silly”.

THEN. When she is really pissed and is yelling. Offer to take her out to make it up for her. But offer something that she hates. I had one ex do a thing that annoyed me. Then something else. Then he offered to take me out to a lovely spot in Yorkville and treat me to shrimp cocktails.

I’m deathly allergic to seafood. It really pissed me that he always forgot. I didn’t speak to him for a few days. (sidebar: my BFF of 26 years forgets all the time as well, so technically, I’m used to people forgetting what kills me)

Step 4: Go Dark
WARNING: THIS IS HIGH LEVEL…you ONLY do this if you live together, have children, are married, or have something else that would make extracting herself from your relationship difficult. If you’re just dating or in a relationship without cohabitation, you run an approximately 90% chance of getting your ass dumped.

Going dark, is the most passive aggressive move you can do as a human being. To be unresponsive, to keep her out of your head? To not share? Not even to say “I’m trying to figure stuff out and need some quiet time to do so”? YOU are an asshole. This is the ultimate asshole move. You can only get away with it ONCE, and only if it’s cheaper to keep you…

Or, if she’s really into Valentine’s Day, you could suck it up and do something that’s actually nice and romantic, rather than try to weasel your way out of it.

That’s always an option.

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For The Ladies: Cocktales & Cupcakes – Thursday, October 18

What happens when women get together to discuss dating, relationships, and sex?

It sometimes sounds like this:

But, more often than not, we discuss real issues, what we would love for men to do better/different/more of etc. etc.

Plus, you know when the liquor is flowing, the stories get even funnier.

Men have asked me how I get the info for the blog and when I tell them that it’s real conversations with real women that inspire most of the posts, they have said that they would love to be a fly on the wall during one of those convos…

So, I’m going to start putting the fly on the wall (well, on the table…). Once a month, I’ll be hosting a drinks session (first round is on me), bringing by some cupcakes, and hitting record.

I’ll upload the conversation and share it with readers.

Date
Thursday October 18, 2012

Time
7:30 – 8:30 p.m.

Place
Saviari Tea & Cocktail Lounge

Hosts
HLBB and Saviari

Menu
Thirsty? (Cupcake flavour to be determined, but they will likely be from D’Lish!”

No boys allowed…xoxo

REGISTER
(it’s first come first serve, but I’ll be doing this on a monthly basis…)

Anonymity?
Well of course darlings; names will be hidden to protect the (not so) innocent.

Apparently, “DATE” is a Four Letter Word…

This weekend, I could have…maybe…possibly…sort of…

Gone out on a date.

You see, this is how it goes: a man tells you that you’re pretty – no, actually the word used was “beautiful” – funny, smart, blah blah blah. Then says…

“we should hang out sometime”.

So…yeah.

Now kiddies, I’m relatively new to dating. In the past, I’ve been a friend with a guy and it segued into a relationship; meaning I only started dating in my 30s. So, when a guy suggests to me that we should “hang out”…

I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT THAT MEANS!

Turns out, I’m not alone. To every WOMAN I’ve asked this of, I get a head nod, a few “yes, girl…” and occasionally an enthusiastic “PREACH”. But when I address this issue with men, I get…

“it’s the new millennium…”

“isn’t that what a date is? Two people hanging out?”

“why is it so important that it be called a ‘date’?”

(sighs deeply)

Why?

WHY?

(the next sentence has been written with my full Toronto accent)

Because in the last five years, I’ve been out on TWO dates! TWO MOTHERFUCKING DATES GUY! I’ve “hung out” ‘nuff times…but an actual DATE? (kiss teeth). Yo, there is an obvious disconnect here.

(takes another deep breath and reverts to the HLBB tone)

Seriously? Is it that hard?  You find a woman attractive, both physically and mentally. Enough to ask her out…to spend time with her without an entourage or chaperone…maybe enough to try and get laid after.

But, yeah…

I’m going to put this post in my voice, but I’m paraphrasing a LOT of conversations I’ve been having on this topic.

WOMEN hang out with friends…

WOMEN hang out with family members (i.e. “I’m hanging out with my cousin)…

WOMEN hang out with their kids (“mommy/daughter day! Just hanging out!”)…

WOMEN hang out with coworkers and catch a few drinks on a patio…

WOMEN hang out on GOOGLE+ in group chats! Yeah, Google calls it a “hangout”…

WOMEN,
DO NOT GET DRESSED UP, SHAVE/WAX, WEAR NICE PERFUME/MAKEUP and DO ALL THAT OTHER SHIT with effort just to “hang out” with you!

Guys: “well, HLBB, if she considers it ‘a date’ then let her act that way! Why the hang ups about two words?”

Here are two more words for you: Bull. Shit.

(yes English majors, I know that’s one word. I’m making a point here)

You need to man the fuck up and use your words. Women are not asking for a lifetime commitment when you ask them for that first date. They’re asking you to commit to an activity…on a set day…at a set time…that takes place over a few hours…that involves one to one interaction…possibly some conversation. Hell, you may even get laid. That’s right darling boys. Sex happens on those things called “dates”.

Now, if that’s not enough incentive for you, let’s try to get to the root of your problem.

Why are women “hung up” on the word “date”?

It’s a sign…that you see us as more than “friend” or “one night stand material” (if it ends up being that way, oh well, losses cut). That the idea of the two of you going to a movie, lunch, or even to get ice cream, was NOT just an afterthought…it shows that you actually GAVE it some thought.

The scenario: You meet. You exchange numbers/PINS/emails. You text back and forth…you flirt a little…you find out that like you, she likes chilling on patios and watching people walk by. You say…

“We should make a date of it. Compare observations. What’s your favourite patio?”

BOOM! See how easy that was? No big planning efforts. No agonizing over whether to see that movie or not. You know she’s going to like the activity because SHE JUST SAID SHE LIKES DOING IT.

But instead you THINK to yourself that it’s cool she likes to do the exact same thing as you, and say,

“Cool. Maybe we should hang out sometime…”

(facepalm)

When I write it out for you, do you see the difference? Do I have to draw an infographic? Has it come to that point? Have you ever wondered why that HOT girl put you in the friend zone? Well, scroll back up a bit…

WHO do women hang out with?

Yeah…

This is your challenge for the rest of the month. The next woman you want to hang out with, I dare you. I double dare you. I TRIPLE dare you, to replace the words “hang out” with “a date”. I want you to see the difference in the response you get. Note the intonation. The level of enthusiasm. The wardrobe choices when you see her… then come back and we’ll compare notes.

Let’s make a date of it. I’ll check in with you on July 31.

(ETA – no one. Not one person stood up and said that they asked a woman on a date…) 

xoxo, HLBB

p.s. to those who wondered…I decided 10 minutes in that it was most definitely NOT a date. And we’ll only be hanging out occasionally….