Tonight I hosted an event. The event was to go to a theater production, but I said, “Join me for Green Mill before the event.”
I had two people who did so.
The first one was named M. She was a young lady who worked in a nursing home. I didn’t want to date her, per se, but like most nice people, I wanted to know her better.
The second one was named Dick. Now, this is not the same Dick as in the post I Don’t Like Dicks from almost a year ago, but all Dicks are pretty similar.
Instead of joining in the conversation, he pretty much just talked about himself. Anyone who knows me knows that I hate these guys, just trying to get in the good with the girl. Immediately, he sat next to her, and there was physical contact. Because he was ‘joking around’ (‘playing her’).
Unfortunately for me, I can’t stand these people because I really respect women. But it goes on. He kept on talking and talking about himself. Well, M studied abroad, and Dick wasn’t really saying anything relevant, so I asked M more about her job. Nothing big – just cliche Minnesota-nice subjects. Non-threatening.
So when M was telling me about her job, Dick interrupted laughing boisterously. Obviously, M & I stopped our conversation to see what was so funny, and Dick said, “On the way over here, I was thinking about a hilarious story that happened 2 years ago.”
It was a story about when he was doing valet in Saint Paul, dropped keys in a storm drain, and had to ask the neighbors for help. A lady gave him a coat hanger, which he “MacGyvered” (meaning bent) to get the keys.
“Okay. Cool. Decent Story,” thought I.
I asked M more about her international experience, as she studied abroad.
She quickly said it was in Scotland, and she didn’t have much of a chance to go elsewhere. I honestly wanted to hear about Scotland, but she asked, “What about you guys, have you traveled anywhere internationally?”
Naturally, I told her about my upcoming cruise in the Med and my trip last August to Paris, and listed my other European Trips.
At this point, Dick said to me, “You know, man, I’ve seen you around, and I thought you were cool, but you’re not…” He then proceeded to leave.
All I did was shift the focus away from him. Just like the last story about a Dick, he couldn’t handle someone interrupting his game. Instead of taking a shot of hot sauce, he just left.
Unfortunately, since it was only the three of us, the only way I could diffuse Dick is by shifting the focus to M or myself. This made M uncomfortable, and she left soon thereafter.
She missed a really good show.
She thought I was there to meet ladies, and I assure you I was not. Usually, there are more people one which to diffuse the spotlight. But she was uncomfortable after Dick left in a super pissed off mood.
I simply can’t stand Dicks because they are not respectful to anyone else in the conversation and only talk about themselves. Perhaps he had no international experience, but rather than saying, “I travel all over the US, but no where international,” he just left like a guy who couldn’t roll with it.
I will stand by my actions. It’s unfortunate that M felt uncomfortable, but it meant not letting Dick be a Dick, and to me that’s more important. I don’t like that Dicks try to play the ladies.
I’m not smooth like Dicks, but I am genuine, and I know how to treat people and do more than talk about myself. Dicks seem to get upset whenever I ask the lady about herself. This was exactly the same as the last time I wrote about a Dick.
I can spot a Dick from a mile away. Apparently ladies can’t.I feel like it’s my job to diffuse and call it the fact that he’s acting like, well, a Dick.