Date Review, Inc.
D. Paul Angel
Ah, Mr. Malvert, I am happy to see you this morning. I hope your date last night went well, though from your look, I do not think it did. Well, that's why you chose Honest Dating Service Consultants, isn’t it? Now I may be old and fat now, but when I was younger, I was quite the looker. I had a lot of men after me and I got to know them and their attempts quite well. You may not believe me, but I know what is in the hearts of most men. So, let's have a look at your glasses, OK?
We could not tell you of course, it would have made you too self conscious to know, but there is a tiny camera and microphone in there. That way- now, no need to squirm, Mr. Malvert, we've all had our embarrassing moments you know. Now it will take a minute to load, so tell me, what was your plan?
An interesting plan, to be sure, and you thought it all went well? Now, see Mr. Malvert, when you say, "Yes," but won't look me in the eye, and shake your head, “No," it tells me the date did not go as you had you hoped. That’s what I thought. Men’s body language always tells a woman something, even if his mouth is trying to tell her something else.
There now. It's loaded, and we’ll both know soon enough. We can fast forward through you getting ready but, oh dear. Cologne is good, but cheap cologne does not make up for not showering or wearing deodorant, yes? That's the first rule. Smells are important to a woman. She wants to know that you take your grooming as seriously as she takes hers.
So... the date. Good! You're picking up flowers for her. Oh the Roses would be good. Oo Lilies. Very exotic. Either are a good choice. And you bought... neither. OK, so picking some dandelions from an empty lot are not the same thing. That, just, well that’s bad. Very bad. It tells her, rather loudly, that you think of her as a nothing. As garbage almost. But, we'll continue, yes?
OK good, you're at her place and she's answering the door and... I see she has very nice breasts. I know this because that is all the screen shows. Her décolleté might be a bit low, but that is no reason to simply stare. Mother, Mary, and Joseph I hope your mouth is at least closed. And... you do look up at her face at some point, don't you? Ah there it is! See here- wait I'll turn the monitor. You see the look in her eye? That is annoyance. That is a woman who has been ogled and handed dandelions. That, is a very unhappy woman.
But the night is young, yes? We shall continue on. She is at least offering you a drink which- OK, when a woman offers you a drink, this is not the point to comment on alcohol being a weakness unto slavery. That- that is just not going to work as conversation. Also, you’re not only doing all the speaking, but all you’re doing is complaining. A lot. In that flash when you looked up to her face, here it's rather quick so I'll have to pause it, and... there. Yes. She is no longer an unhappy woman, she is an angry woman. You can tell by her brow and the glint in her eyes. Just another reason to look at her face.
I'm sorry Mr. Malvert, but you are paying me to be honest. That way on your next date, it can go better. Woman are not as different as they pretend, so there are some good basics to know. A woman wants to be made to feet special. To feel as she is worth all of your attention and adoration. But mostly, Mr. Malvert, she wants a Man.
A strong Man.
A confident man.
But when you do these things, you are telling her that you are not a strong man. Especially when all you can talk about is how everyone picks on you and nothing is your fault. Even when, and again you are paying me for my honesty, even when these things clearly are your fault. Five minutes in and I can already tell. And so can she. And... oh I am sorry.
This must be hard to watch her send you on your way without even making it out the door with her... Yes I can see it is, but no Mr. Malvert it is NOT her fault. No, Mr. Malvert, NO. I am not making this up nor am I defending the, "Sisterhood of Lies," whatever that even is.
Mr. Malvert! Please! The problem is not with women but with you- No Mr. Malvert, whatever happened with you and your mom should have stopped affecting you what? 25 years ago. Listen- No, seriously, this is what I mean about being a Man. Accepting responsibility and-
Yes, you may go, of course, but don’t you want to learn? I can teach you- Of course. Good day. I just- Is that a prostitute? The tape was still playing and, really this could explain some of your difficulty with women. If you are engaging with prostitutes you-
Is that- Is... is that a knife?
Oh my God! You're stabbing her! But your thrusts are so... weak. Not even an inch deep. Really Mr. Malvert you stab like a five year old girl. That is not hesitation, that is weakness! That is just, well it's all clear now really, isn’t it? She even survived, didn’t she? Even with all those wounds. You can't even kill a defenseless prostitute with an 8" hunting knife! I have no words. Just go. Of course there’s no charge! I only charge Men I can help.
A psycopath? Oh heavens no. You're not a psycopath, Mr. Malvert, you’re just a whiny pussy.
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