Living in Arizona should allow the average person to add a nice summer glow to their skin tone. Just spend 30 minutes out by the pool with a bottle of sun tan lotion and you’re golden…literally. But there are always those people who think the amount of orange on their skin directly correlates with their sex appeal.
I beg to differ.
He thinks he’s George Clooney, when in reality he’s Curious George. She thinks she’s Heidi Klum, but really she’s Olive Oyl (Popeye’s girlfriend).
We’ve all met, maybe even dated, this mama’s boy, daddy’s little princess or God’s gift to the world. However, this picky dater doesn’t often get a second date because they’re too good for you – or so they think.
This person is looking for the Holy Grail of significant others. Even though this person isn’t perfection personified, they aren’t willing to settle and they want everyone to know it. They are not stopping until they have their perfect husband or wife sitting down to a delicious dinner with their 2.5 children in their flawlessly massive mansion surrounded by precisely manicured shrubs and a white picket fence.
Stop being so picky. You’re not perfect either.
…this is why you’re single.
The only one with long, luscious locks in this relationship should be me (the female author of this blog). Your attachment to your hair scares me a little, plus it means that you most likely spend more time on your hair than I do.
Whether it’s a side, high or low pony, braided, curly or straight or the ever-feminine half-up, half-down combination, the only American man who can pull off a ponytail is Willie Nelson.
Although this stipulation flies out the window of you are European or South American. The accent and the exotic thrills foreign men provide cancel out this horrendous hair faux-pas. (See Antonio Banderas and David Beckham)
Here’s a tip from me to you, cut the hair. Spend less time combing and coiffing your hair, and more time hanging out with us. We’ll be happier and you’ll look manlier.
…this is why you’re single.
For all you guys out there who blatantly ignore social graces and decide to buy pants two sizes too big…consider the fact that it may be impacting your relationship status. We don’t want to see your holey, dirty, plaid and torn boxer shorts hanging out of the top of your jeans.
And for all you ladies out there-don’t think you’re getting off easily. Your pants seem to be fitting you two sizes too small. If I can see your cellulite and your lacy pink thong, we have problems. It’s not attractive…it’s a target for horny guys. Seeing your panties might get a man to take you home for the night, but not home to his parents. It’s disgusting. It’s socially awkward and your friends will be embarrassed to hang out with you if your underwear is pulled up around your love handles and sticking out of the top of your pants. Underwear is called underwear for a reason–keep it under your clothes and out of sight.
…this is why you’re single.
This is Why You're Single 