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I Am Not a Purse Dog

Friend, to me: "I don't know why you're still single, Beth. You're totally great. But I guess I can see why some guys are intimidated by you. You're not a purse dog."

Friend's wife: "You had better explain that."

Friend: "I mean, you're not just a pretty accessory that will sit there and do nothing."

Me: "You mean, I have opinions? A strong will? I'm not passive?"

Friend: "Yes. But I don't get why a man would want a purse dog anyway."

Another friend, another time: "My mother told me that when you are dating there's a lot of appeal and smarts in being hard-to-get and demanding, but all of that should end when you get married. Playing those kind of games and doesn't have a place in marriage."

Me: "Wait, I should be a demanding girlfriend!?! This is counter-intuitive."

Both of these conversations come to mind frequently when I think about dating & singleness, and I feel they're rather controversial.


Vanessa said…
I wonder if the first is more of a commentary on the status of single men in general

and ... I have no coherent thoughts on the seconds.

Controversial? Mmm...I think the idea of a purse dog is funny.
Christina said…
I used to rail against the same thing. My husband was the first guy I met who was not in the least bit intimidated by my forthright way of stating my own opinion on things --he says it was an inspiring challenge. :)
Ariana said…
Games have no place in friendships, dating, relationships, or marriage. Period.

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