A man proof apartment?
November 15th 2006 04:33
A man proof apartment?
Any female worth her weight in Oprah re-runs knows that a pre-coital routine of tweezing, waxing, shaving, slathering, smoothing, covering and of course prayer (that it wont turn out like it did last time
… is essential before those initial encounters with a potential special someone.
Some of us however, choose to take this ritual a little further. After all… a female’s bedroom is a window into her psyche.
I would prefer my date to remain blissfully unaware of my eraser collection (all different shapes and colours… I recently acquired one in a seahorse formation).
As a rule, approximately 10 minutes before the man in question is due to arrive I scurry around my bedroom examining all possible items that may cause offence or all too accurately portray my personality.
Gone are the women’s magazines. Goodbye New Idea, Cleo, Cosmo and yes… I’m ashamed to admit it… the odd Dolly Magazine (but only when Lindsey Lohan is on the cover).
Stashed away are mementos and nick-nacks from boyfriends past.
How to find the love you want and Dr Phil’s seven keys to weight loss are unceremoniously shoved underneath my bed. These are replaced by dusty pseudo-intellectual books with Latin titles.
Ladies… why the need to hide ourselves?
Will a date spy your Disney DVD collection and sprint from the door like Christopher Skase on the run from the law?
Is this a ritual that men participate in too?
I’m sure there are some guys out there who don’t feel the need to expose the women in their life to publications like jugs weekly and when school girls go bad.
At the end of the day, should we be going to all this trouble to conceal the less endearing sides of our personalities or are we better off to be completely upfront at the beginning despite the feared outcome?
Any female worth her weight in Oprah re-runs knows that a pre-coital routine of tweezing, waxing, shaving, slathering, smoothing, covering and of course prayer (that it wont turn out like it did last time
… is essential before those initial encounters with a potential special someone. Some of us however, choose to take this ritual a little further. After all… a female’s bedroom is a window into her psyche.
I would prefer my date to remain blissfully unaware of my eraser collection (all different shapes and colours… I recently acquired one in a seahorse formation).
As a rule, approximately 10 minutes before the man in question is due to arrive I scurry around my bedroom examining all possible items that may cause offence or all too accurately portray my personality.
Gone are the women’s magazines. Goodbye New Idea, Cleo, Cosmo and yes… I’m ashamed to admit it… the odd Dolly Magazine (but only when Lindsey Lohan is on the cover).
Stashed away are mementos and nick-nacks from boyfriends past.
How to find the love you want and Dr Phil’s seven keys to weight loss are unceremoniously shoved underneath my bed. These are replaced by dusty pseudo-intellectual books with Latin titles.
Ladies… why the need to hide ourselves?
Will a date spy your Disney DVD collection and sprint from the door like Christopher Skase on the run from the law?
Is this a ritual that men participate in too?
I’m sure there are some guys out there who don’t feel the need to expose the women in their life to publications like jugs weekly and when school girls go bad.
At the end of the day, should we be going to all this trouble to conceal the less endearing sides of our personalities or are we better off to be completely upfront at the beginning despite the feared outcome?
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Comment by Anonymous
When the guy I was dating came over for the first time, I did nothing to hide my collection of Disney DvDs or my australia's most harmful people dictionary.
Yes, I cleaned my room like a mad man but I left out the things that really represent who I am. Our bedrooms fill in the gaps of our personality - the parts of us we either forget to mention (like our axe wielding maniac side) or just don't portray that often.
Comment by Chantal
Obviously, you love Disney (who doesnt?) so if he finds it offensive then maybe you need to get rid of him and find a man who'll snuggle up in bed and pass you tissues even though it's the 100th time you've watched Mufasa die and you're STILL crying....
Comment by JaneD
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