Unlike my girlfriends, these are the kind of girls that sell themselves short, even if they think they don’t. Why would they want a man who wants them dolled up 24/7 and will pay for them to have bigger boobs? Where’s the surprise when you really do make an effort? And money is something, but nowhere near the top of the list, what about, a sense of humour, a sense of fun, kindness, humanity, humility, and interests other than football, fast cars and conventionally attractive women? Me and my serial singletons are definitely not putting up with any less then our respective versions of male perfection.
What’s happened to ambition? And what will it take for girls to realise that ‘lads’ are not at all what they’re cracked up to be? I love lads. I have loads of mates that are lads. But would I walk down to the local football pitch every Sunday and then to the local pub for the real football afterwards? To watch over-paid, over-acting, men running around? With a bloke whose love for a GAME is frankly homoerotic? I think not. And then have him talk about it afterwards?? I don’t mind football, but I know enough men who are not obsessed with it and enough who are to know who I’d like to waste my time with.
Me and a friend rant over this topic, feeling frankly sorry for these girls, who, lets face it, are chavs with a social stepladder. Feeling fit to burst I go for a shower, and then, genius, I run back into my room and say to my friend, “I’m about to burn my knickers, let alone my bra. This is just ludicrous.”
And there it is, another score on the chalkboard for the natural coloured girls I love, they talk about boys, they talk about clothes, and they’re beautiful. But none of them glow in the dark!
Female First- Kirsty Styles