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AIN'T THAT A MAN'S JOB?

"If you like that dude, why don't you just gone head and tell him?" First of all, no thank you. Secondly, what do I look like putting myself out there like that? I mean, I'm a lady. I sit back and let them come to me if they choose to do so. Plus, I'm really awkward sometimes and I never know what to do with my hands. Now, if I mess around and my hands accidentally grab his booty, I'm wrong. Ya'll, I don't have time for no sexy dude to be mad at me.

You may often hear me talk about my awkwardness and shyness throughout my posts, but I don't think you really understand where I'm coming from. Let me explain. Number one, it's very rare that I have a crush on someone. I've mentioned this before in a previous blog (See "Crushes Suck"). Reason being, I have a short attention span. Any attractive man can catch my eye, but it takes a great personality, intelligence, good conversation and a list of other characteristics to keep my attention. Sir, your chest muscles are nice, but those are not going to cheer me up after a bad day. Well, maybe they will, but it will eventually get old and fade if there is nothing else to go with it. I'm not very easily impressed. Unless you can rub your belly and pat your head at the same time, that's pretty awesome. But can you pat your belly and rub your head at the same time too? Didn't think so.

Just Kidding.

My thing is, what ever happened to the men stepping up? Why are the brothas so shy these days? What happened to the masculinity that I love so much about men? I mean, we have women getting down on one knee asking for a man's hand in marriage. Bruh. I can't deal. I feel like so many men have gotten used to women throwing themselves at them, they may figure, "Why bother". Why go through the anxiety of actually trying to pursue a woman, when you have so many other options?

 I know what you're thinking, "Brit, it's 2015, get with it." But I'm sorry ya'll, I can't get with that. In my opinion, that's taking all of the fun out of being the woman. You miss out on being sought out and pursued by him and eventually getting that surprise proposal that you have been looking forward to. Can't we just leave some things to our men? Because I know one thing, Britney Douglas is not getting on nan one of these knees and asking NO man to spend the rest of his life with me. Hell, ya'll know I had that knee surgery when I was little and the screws are still in there. My knees aren't even in that type of condition to be doing all of that.

I've had this conversation over and over again with my male friends, female friends, mother, brother, co-workers, you name it. A lot of them say the same thing, "What if some men are afraid of rejection? What's wrong with a woman stepping up?" I mean don't most men have that "bounce back from rejection" gene in them? Don't ya'll come in this world ready to change tires, lift heavy stuff and approach women? Like we come in this world with the ability to have babies, grow boobs, and make delicious cupcakes. I mean dang, ya'll just want us to do all the work huh? By the way, I do make some good cupcakes.

Guys, don't get me wrong, I'm not caught up in gender roles. I'm not gonna sit up here and tell you that a woman belongs at home in the kitchen and taking care of the babies and a man should be out winning the bread. It's not about that. I`m just all about the old school when it comes to courtship. I get it. Some women are just more aggressive, I can live with that. But I can't compete with it. Unless he's already mine, then I might have to put you in a quick little choke hold. Especially if he got good credit. Sorry sis.

The moral of the story is, I'm too shy to talk to to dudes. If ya'll need me, I'll be over here liking pictures from 600 weeks ago and sketching out my wedding dress.

-BRIT

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