What’s in a reputation? Well I suppose a lot to some people and very little to others. I've learned it's best not to judge someone based on what other people have told you about them, because I cant even imagine what some of the guys I've dated say about me.
My date the other night was non-eventful, he took the liberty of ordering for me at the restaurant, he was very smooth and I did my best impression of someone who cared about his interests. Unfortunately there wasn’t enough chemistry there to make me want to go on a second date with him.
The date itself wasn’t blog worthy but what happened an hour before the date was.
I was on the phone with Hanna and I said that I had to have a shower and get ready for the date, Hanna asked me who I was going out with, and so I told her his name. Hanna’s reply – “I know him! He’s a terrible person!!”
Well excellent. Not that I wouldn’t take Hanna’s word, but she had mislead me slightly before regarding information about a guy.
It was about a year ago and I only knew Hanna as a friend of a friend, but she applied for a job at my work and it just so happened that I was suppose to interview her. I was looking her up on facebook and noticed that she was friends with Nick, whom I had just started seeing and I was meeting his parents that night.
When Hanna showed up for the interview I took her into a separate room to talk to her. I asked her a few standard questions then asked her how she knew Nick. She was confused but said she’d met him a couple of times through a friend. I asked her if she knew anything about him and she said “Well I heard he’s gay. Why?” And my response was of course “I just started seeing him.”
Obviously I had to give Hanna the job after an interview like that, but the good news is we quickly became best friends. That dinner with Nick and his parents was more than strained. Hanna corrected herself two days later telling me that she had talked to her friend and indeed, Nick is straight. Lesson learned.
Last week I was with a very close friend Max and we were joking about dating and talking about the different people we’ve gone out with when this happened;
“Yeah, I could never go out with a girl like you” Max said.
“What do you mean a girl like me?” I replied
“I like girls like my girlfriend, you know, good girls”
“And what exactly am I then?”
“… well you know, I mean you know that you’re a bad girl, you even blog about the guys you date” Max said
No one had ever referred to me as “bad girl” before, and I spend very little time thinking about what other people think of me, so it really never occurred to me that I would have this reputation. I’m really not troubled with it. If being a nice girl means staying in, baking cookies and staying out of controversy well then darling I’m more than happy to be a bad girl.
In fact I’m going to start living my life to become a modern day Mae West, because it’s like Ms. West said “There are no good girls gone wrong - just bad girls found out”.
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