I know the ratio of men to women is close, but that there are more women in the U.S. While we’re on population statistics, I don’t know for sure, but I know there’s not “NO WAY” that there are more black people than white people in the world (translation…I believe the populations of white and black people in the world are close and that the black population might actually be slightly higher, probably depending on what counts as white and when).
I think I know that there are fewer women in the workforce, but the percentage of unemployed women is lower than the percentage of unemployed men, and that, particularly in a down ecomony, men are more likely to be laid off (thank YOU very much, $0.77 to the dollar). And now I know it, because I found stats to back me up.
I think it’s cheaper to eat whole foods (if you don’t buy them AT Whole Foods) than processed foods. Healthier, and therefore cheaper in the long run, too! I know arguments can, and have, been made on both sides though. For me, I’m always impressed when I can walk out of the grocery store loaded up with a week’s worth of produce for around $10. I also don’t eat meat at home, so if that skews my experience, fair enough.
I believe using the word gay as a synonym for anything other than homosexual or happy makes you lame, which ironically, is usually the sentiment you are trying to convey in the first place.
I think that feeling sore after a good workout is not a bad thing. Even if I worked out every day of my life and was super in-shape, I’d still want to feel it to know I’m consistently waking up my muscles in new ways.
I know last night I went to a bar with a guy I kinda was starting to like and disagreed about every one of these things and probably others that I’m forgetting. I DON’T KNOW why it made me so upset and I DON’T KNOW what it means for me and Old Blue Eyes (when I started getting really frustrated, I looked into his gorge eyes and tried to ignore it).
I know I hate getting into these types of discussions. Especially at a bar. Especially when I’m drinking. But I know I’m super stubborn, although I didn’t feel that we were struggling because I was stubborn, I felt we were struggling because I was right. Obvs. HUGE difference.
The biggest point of dissention was the men and women in the workforce bit and he came off as having views that just don’t sit with me as the bra-burner I am at heart.
I know there was NO WAY he was spending the night at my house on our fifth date, fight or no fight, as he seemed to have assumed, which pissed me off too. Even if he said he only had the couch in mind.
Yes, I believe five dates is too soon for that and that other that (although I haven’t always felt that way) AND too soon for generic pet names. The “babes” could be ignored via text, but when he started telling me, “I wouldn’t lie to you, babe,” (yes, I know you’re not lying, which sadly means you actually believe all this shit you’re spewing) and “drive safe, babe,” (yes, even after the disagreement fest) things just got awkward.
Dear Voices of Reason (aka, the three people who read this blog),
Was I wrong about any of these things? I can take it, I promise. Is this type of date night get-overable? Can I draft a letter that essentially says, “I was wrong, MJ was right” and make him sign it so we can move on?
These kind of stumbles can end up being funny little anecdotes you tell as a couple down the road. OR they may just as easily be the moments you look back on while you’re eating your feelings and think “I SAW it coming, what the HELL was I thinking?”
How do you know which it will be?