I never realized it before, but I blog better without an audience. Not you (where you is the person (undoubtedly a hot girl (an issue I will address a bit further down in this post)) reading this). I mean it's hard for me to blog with other people in the room. It's just some weird hang-up I have. Like the way I can't allow anyone to actually witness me shaving. Seeing as that only happens about twice a month, it isn't much of an issue yet. But don't get me wrong here, I'm pretty bohemian about most things. For instance, I gleefully take a crap with the door open. It's very liberating.
And all of this leads into my rant on why I, Scott Gresham, the man you all revere as a demi-Sex-God, am single. For those of you who didn't know: yes, now is the appropriate time to gasp. A hand covering the mouth is also warranted. I believe it was Rob who pointed out "For all the girls who want you, which are most of the ones you've met in your lifetime, you seem to actually date none of them, also; you're better than me in life, and as a person." Now I realize it's surprising. But I really am better than him as a person. Also, it's shocking that I don't actually date any of them, that is, it's shocking to the outsider. But to me it makes perfect sense. They just don't fall into my loosely defined set of guidelines. Let me break it down with nice bulleted points for you.
- She must be of the same religion but less pious than I. Now I know this might sound preachy or whatever you'd call it, but I'm thinking long term here. Biblically we're all supposed to get crowns upon entering heaven. And the grand-ness of the crown reflects the person's deeds in life. And you have that crown FOREVER. I can't let my wife have a bigger crown than me for all eternity. I just won't have it. So, she has to be slightly less "good" than me.
- She must be an orphan. I know, I know. Why would you want to marry an orphan. But there's some serious strategy here. For one, I wouldn't ever have to meet her parents. We all know that's awkward. Plus most of the people I know eventually have the same conversation with me it starts like this "You know something funny? I used to hate you." My first impression isn't always golden. This would take care of that. Also it would cause her to have more dependance on me. Which is a good thing because it gives me more influence.
- She must be less (everything) than me. This is because I'm not marrying a girl that's taller/smarter (like that's possible)/stronger/faster/heavier/cleverer/funnier (again, unlikely)/better at swimming/has more degrees than me. It's extreme, but pretty much all guys think this on some level. I mean really, if a girl can beat me in Electronic Talking Battleship, I'm pretty much never going to talk to her again. Chalk it up to a fragile male ego, but I am not dealing with that. She can live alone with her extreme Milton/Bradley game skill and her cats for the rest of her life. Good riddance.
- She must not have progeria. Seriously. This is just common sense.
- She must be OK with not having a job. Two income households? Pfft. Forget that crap. Career women need not apply. Unless that career includes cleaning the house and making delicious meals. Also looking really hot. And child care. And looking really hot. Because if that's the career you're fine. Other than that though... I kind of frown on. She may feel free, however, to belong to the DAR, a bridge group, M.A.D.D. or any other adorable non-employed female organizations. But no real job. Especially not one where she could potentially earn more money than me. This relates to rule #3.
- She must be a girl who laughs for no one else; when I'm away she puts her makeup on the shelf. When I'm away she never leaves the hou-hou-hou-house. I want a girl who laughs for no one else. Self explanatory.
- Accents are cool. It would be nice if she had one. Like an English one. That's classy.
- Scott
The above ideas expressed do not necessarily represent Scott's actual views on male/female relations... They just mostly do. But if you're hot enough he will gladly ignore this list of qualifications and focus on you as a "person". Also if you have a good personality... err... yeah that too.
P.S. Everyone follow the Rob link under my Top Five List to see his views on male relationships.
Hmmph. I think I already dated you. But your name was Jared then. And then there was that other time when your name was Doug. And once your name was Dave. And... Steve.
ReplyDeleteYeah, you're no fun. You might want to think about changing your strategy.
Scott, thanks for your honesty. On behalf of a small handful of people, I applaud your willingness to appear like a total jerk just to be honest.
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P.S. Do you look as much like Logan Huntsburger as it seems like you do(You know, Rory's boyfriend)?
Wow, I expected backlash. But damn. That was fast. You two should drive ambulances. Or... deliver pizzas. Or both, because who doesn't want a pizza after a heart attack.
ReplyDeleteWendy, I am not Jared, or Steve, or Dave, or Doug, or Jedediah. I am Scott, and I realize I'm being ridiculous. The other guys meant it.
Grade-A Woman, I quite frequently come off as a total jerk in the hopes of entertaining the masses. Also, you didn't have to tell me who Logan Huntsburger was. And yeah I do look a bit like him, just better looking. Gilmore Girls sidenote: can you believe he didn't tell her she's a good writer. When he was going through his bit I was like "REFUTE YOUR FATHER MORON!". Then at the end I was still waiting for the proposal, and when Lorelai became all silent during Luke's tirade I knew it would be her to him. Good episode.
Ahem. I also watched monster trucks. Yeah. And porn. Girl on girl porn. Then I wrestled an aligator. Yes, now my heterosexual manliness has reasserted itself.
- Scott
No one I actually know has updated their blog in a while, so while dinking around bored on the internet I visited back. What can I say, I remember compliments.
ReplyDeleteExtremely odd, but I was thinking about posting something like this in my blog, kind of in reference to a wedding shower I was just at. Mine may not be any easier to attain:
1) He must take out the garbage.
I absolutely can't stand that.
2) He must be satisfied with bland food, no matter who cooks.
(My tastes are highly Scandinavian)
3) He must not have a family name.
Mitch, Mike, Kelly, Nathan, Brady, Danny (or any other form...) David, Gary, Matt, Brian, etc. need not apply (you stole that from me, it's been up in my head since Sunday, I promise!). We have a big family. Very big. I gotta find some one with a weird name... like Nebuchadnezzar or something...
My aunt made that last rule. I have recently learned to accept it. It cuts out half of the guys in the world; makes my job that much easier.
I had to look progeria up. But then I laughed really hard.
Yeah... Wendy was a little crankyfaced this afternoon and temporarily lost her ability to communicate humor.
ReplyDeleteI did quite thoroughly enjoy your list and plan to make one of my own... and actually... it'll be similar. Because frankly, I shouldn't ever have to cook.
Although I think I've established my preference for Irish accents.
BOLLOCKS!
Scott, your Gilmore Girls sidenote was awesome. I've been thinking about it all day today (that and lots of other things, I mean), and I don't know about Logan...he should have TOTALLY sided with Rory...all he needed to do was say it once, WAS THAT TOO HARD TO DO??? Now I'm getting upset, but I'm glad to hear that my instincts are right-on (except for you being better looking).
ReplyDeleteGrade A woman Amy
Scott, I loved how you've got everyone here fooled. I mean, they actually believe you were joking about that list, for one thing. But lets face it, you mean every bit of it. Also you've got them convinced that's your requirements for a girl. We all know better than that as well. Actually that list was one of the reasons I felt ok moving in to your apartment. I don't have an accent. I do my best to keep your ego at bay at all times (full time job, trust me.) I'm the only one in the apartment with a job. I kick your ass in more videogames than I can count. I have both parents (whom hate you.) And apparently since I fully support you and your alternative lifestyle, I'm damned to the lowest level of hell (at which case I'll have a much Cooler Crown.)
ReplyDeletePS I like how you said "Demi Sex God" as opposed to "Sex Demi God." In the way you used it, it appears you're a god when it comes to partial sex, instead of the Half God of Sex.
Ok, first of all, what's this "I have both parents" stuff? Are you implying I don't have both parents, because I do. And they rock. More than yours. Always. Secondly, I said "demi" so as to understate the position. Considering it's never applied to me, I wouldn't know quite how to use it. They always say "you are a sex GOD!" Chalk one up to you for knowing how to phrase the next step down from a sex god. And send my condolences to the ladies.
ReplyDeleteCorie, great list. My "real" first name is Harry. Does that count? Seriously, who's named Harry? Me, and Harry Potter. It's a pretty elite crowd us Harry's. You don't want some hot-headed Nebuchadnezzar what with his fire-throwing-people-into-ness. Go with the Harry, that's where the magic's at.
Amy, kick ass follow up post. I now put you in a category beyond mere Grade-A, you're now all by yourself at the top; a place called Grade-Amy. I think that says it.
Rob, (again) find yourself at the top of the bottom five list. I've decided that it's the worst part of it.
- Scott
P.S. Corie and Amy, welcome to the Top 5.
Oh yeah, and Corie. I love that you got the progeria joke. Bonus points for doing the research to find out why it was funny.
ReplyDelete- Scott
Ahem:
ReplyDelete"(He) must be an orphan." That's why I said I had both parents. It was in the list of reasons why I don't make a suitable match for you.
Now if you didn't go around posting as me: " I am a liar. Sorry. It's Scott that hooks up with all the totally hot chicks." Or just making up quotes from me: "For all the girls who want you, which are most of the ones you've met in your lifetime, you seem to actually date none of them, also; you're better than me in life, and as a person." I wouldn't have to layith out the virtual smackdown all the time. You should just let a sleeping blogger lie.
1) Whoop woop for bonus points. What do I get to redeem them for?
ReplyDelete2) There isn't a Harry in the family. There actually isn't a Scott either. That's, like, double plus good.
So if that was a proposal, you have one more question to answer:
Are you fine with ALWAYS taking the trash out?
sidenote: Maybe this finding a mate thing won't be too hard after all. I can just post up my list and wait for replies...
3) Thank you for putting me in the top 5, that's killer! I even beat out Tim--I hadn't even imagined that was a possibility!
~c
my requirements for males are much like yours for girls. except that the man must realize that he cannot resist me because not only am I in his bones, but I also float in the air.
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