When you’re a couple, you’ll likely go on romantic dates to do romantic things such as romance. Typical activities include dining out, golf, a nose picking competition, or raging arguments.
Men aren’t always the best at romance, unfortunately, as today’s human female has discovered. Luckily, as romantic men *vile coughing fit and retching*, we’re here to help.
Your Mates VS Your Bird
Hi, PM. Okay, I'm in an INFURIATING rut with my boyfriend right now. We've been dating for 12 months, but whenever we have date nights he has a habit of bringing his best mates along: Dave, Kev, Bev, Bozzer, and Mozzer. They're all very annoying. My boyfriend can be very sweet, but when he's with his mates... it's like he's a different man. Last week, for example, we went to a restaurant for a nice meal and they all turned up within 10 minutes of our arrival. My boyfriend had just finished telling me I look nice when in walked Bozzer and Mozzer, half drunk, and they roared, "Wahey!" and promptly bought five pints. Within two hours they were all steaming drunk and competing in a belching contest. Much to the disgust of the other restaurant-goers. I was so embarrassed I confronted him about this last night and he told me, "Don't make me choose between me mates and me bird, love." And then he walked off. This keeps happening. Even when we went on holiday to Paris last year, "the lads" were all there ready to rave. Taking in the sunset on the Champs-Élysées whilst Bozzer "cadges a cheeky piss" down a side-alley, in full view of perturbed Parisians, is not my idea of romance. And my boyfriend and his mates cheered him on enthusiastically and proclaimed it a great victory for the Brits over "the frogs". What should I do? Yours, Margery
Hi Margarine. This does sound somewhat unfortunate, your boyfriend appears to relish his relationship with you. But he’s clearly unwilling to let go of 1990s-based laddism.
In short, you’re dating a man baby who can quote you beautiful haikus in one instant, yet have his arse hanging out the next mooning someone.
Ask yourself this: “If a tree falls over in a forest and no one is there, does it make a sound?” Oh, hang on. That’s the wrong bit of advice. Well, ask yourself that anyway to take your mind off the belching contests.
The Ultimatum
Some human males are more mature than others. The grown up man bloke will understand there’s a time and place for getting smashed out of his mind – and that’s definitely not when trying to be romantic.
Ultimately, we suggest you offer your boyfriend the ultimate ultimatum. Tell him to change his ways, or you’ll find yourself a real man (as opposed to a robotic one).
If he suggests he wishes you were more of a “ladette” then you could give that a try for a while. Switch to lager, wear a football shirt, and bellow stuff instead of speaking normally. You may find you connect with his mates to a greater degree when you’re totally wasted.
However, if this isn’t the route you wish to take then you may have to simply dump him in favour of a man who likes puzzles, is in bed by 9pm in his pyjamas, and buys you flowers.
Just remember that even the most romantic human male isn’t pefect. He can lay you a bed of roses each and every day, yet he still has the capacity to clog the toilet at any moment.
As such, you should offer some leeway and diminish you expectations to some extent.
Excellent advice from Aunt Agony this time. She could bring her parents along and maybe a compromise could be made. I do like the idea of the roses.
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Roses are always a good idea, or weeds such as nettles. Or a cactus. Venus fly traps are very romantic as well.
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Please don’t mention nettles, a few weeks ago while flitting through my garden I stepped on nettles. Misery. Stop snickering!
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Dock leaves, woman. You need to grow some dock leaves.
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Dock leaves….. The boat is leaving without me?
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Bahhh dum tish!
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🙂
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Hahahaha! You got him good this time Holly!!!!!
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🙂 I try. Seldom succeed but hey , the boat is leaving without me!
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Here’s your boat: 🚁
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Would you mind getting my trunk .
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No.
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I don’t think I like your tone.
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In my head it came out as a high-pitched warble – almost a yodel. A lovely tone. But, well, I guess that’s LOST on you.
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speechless.
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I have a jet-ski!!!
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I have a Harley. Right now I’ll trade you. Not really.
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Hahaha! Just thinking of racing by the ‘Oron’s dock on a Harley while he’s dealing with margarine! 😀
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Visual!! Lol.
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A wonderful image…
Your long red hair, my longish brown hair in the wind saying…?
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Hold that boat!!!
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No sweat!
Hahaha … “Oron” thinks his casual gait will suffice.
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Sweet!
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I have no hair. I feel left out of this conversation.
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Sorry!
Yes, but at a Brit casual gait…. no hair is going to flow out in streams behind one. Just don’t trip over a gate!
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No one “gets” Mr. Wapojif, madam. I am the ultimate in ungetableness.
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Who? OH… erm I mean Whom?
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First off, you failed to mention ear cleaning contests… you know, to see who can get the most guck on their Q tip.
Second…. why is the boat leaving without Holly?
Third, why wasn’t I invited onto this whole boat thing?
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I’m getting confused with this whole boat situation. What’s it got to do with ear cleaning?
Anyway, my advice stands to Margarine. If she wants out, she can hail this boat we’re all confusedly waiting for.
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I’m sticking to my jet ski. Holly can ride with me. Margarine can ride with bread and you’re on your own!
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I have the power of a casual gait, which us Brits excel at.
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Right!! Sounds good!
…Varrrrooooommm!
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