Cupid Dead Y’all: Formerly Romantic Gestures That Now Seem Creepy, Crazy and Ewwww!

One of my favorite songs is “I’d Find You Anywhere” by Creative Source. It was made popular by Kanye West who sampled it and looped it up for The Game’s ode to video hoes “Wouldn’t Get Far” which was a riveting and compelling look into the souls of women without a voice and chance to share their platform for…

…what the f*ck am I talking about. They’re video hoes.

Anyway, the lyrics to “I’d Find You Anywhere” are lovely until you really dig into them and place them into 2011 context. It’s a song that basically states that no matter what, this lady would find this man ANYWHERE. She’d track him down, like a bloodhound. And you know, in the mid 1970s, that probably sounded romantic. In 2011, that sounds like some straight up stalker sh*t. Imagine if your significant other called you and told you that they wanted to dedicate a song to you and it was this song. You wouldn’t feel special, you’d be out here trying to hide your kids and your wife. ANTOINE DODSON LIVES!

Change has come as times they been a changin’. Things that used to be considered sweet and thoughtful now come along with a side-eye, a tweet, a Facebook public shaming, and a possible website created strictly to document lameness. Really, I blame women for this. Ever since the advent of dontdatehimgirl.com and the relative ease of putting folks on blast (a female sport when emotions get involved…shake something), men are second guessing themselves faster than a white woman at Black relationship forum being sponsored by a bunch of loc’d up AKAs. I’d assume women might be too, but generally, the onus falls upon men to be romantic and provide the woo-woo-woo-woo to tickle your fancy and help you chase waterfalls.

Well, here are some other formerly romantic overtures that might catch the side-eye from the ladies…

(Sidenote: I acknowledge that all of this is contingent on how interested the woman is in the man.)

1) Flowers on the doorstep

I’ve done this a time or two. Copped some really pretty petals and placed them at a woman’s door so she’d have them first thing in the morning. That used to be A+ game. Now, it’s stalker activity on some stage 5 potential murderer steez. And do you know why? It’s because it means dude was out in front of your house. Moving like the “g” in lasagna. In silence. I’ve had a chick tell me that some cat did that to her and it totally weirded her out. She’s still single by the way. Not sure if there’s any correlation but I wouldn’t be surprised.

And a close cousin to the flowers…

2) Cards in the windshield

You know how sometimes you just want to do something nice for somebody? Well a card goes a long way because women like written words. It’s why rappers are so popular. And Scrabble. Ovaries like scrabble. Well, now imagine you put those words in a card you picked out and place it under the wiper…RED ALERT! ALARM! Who the f*ck is this, stalking me at 8:46 in the evening. Like the flowers though, the woman might not actually mind it and will think it’s cute til she talks to her one hater friend who reminds her that this cat was out there being creepy doing hoodrat things AT HER HOUSE.

3) Just calling to say hello

This one is tough. Mostly because who even talks to people anymore? I have friends who have v-mail greetings that say “leave me a text or email me because I won’t listen to this message”. Ten years ago, calling was the standard but now if you call too many times the chick/dude might think you’re being pressed. And being pressed dries up more thongs than Kenmore appliances. It goes from, “aww that’s nice” to, “why does this dude keep calling me? He doesn’t want nothing. He’s just saying hello.” Used to be sweet to be thought about. Now chicks tweet : #whydisdudekeepcallingme (translation: I’m going to be single forever…forever…ever.)

4) Surprise visits

Admittedly this one has generally always been frowned upon. You can’t just be showing up at folks homes unannounced unless that relationship is established. So perhaps we should move on to…

5) Running into somebody in public

Even if it ain’t on purpose and is TOTALLY accidental all of a sudden you end up looking like a straight up stalker. Here’s the thing….you know how you have a convo with somebody who tells you EVERYWHERE that they’re going to be. That could be construed as dropping hints. But then you show up and next thing you know your face is plastered on Facebook on its own AVOID THIS MAN AT ALL COSTS Fan page with the description: I told him where I was going to be and at what time AND DO YOU KNOW HE CAME?!? Loooooooser.

Confusing times.

BONUS:

New age stalker sh*t – reading somebody’s whole Twitter timeline or Facebook updates, etc.

But here’s the problem with this. Why WOULDN’T you read somebody’s whole timeline if you’re interested. Men and women alike straight MURDER their chances with some of the dumb sh*t that gets said on Twitter. But once you allude to something crazy they said, all of a sudden you look pressed and like a stalker. It’s a lose-lose so you might as well read it all just to make sure he/she isn’t publicly looking like a dumb*ss or a little TOO loose. Sometimes you gotta shake this. Just like an employer would be dumb NOT to look at a potential employee’s Facebook profile. If it’s public info, you might as well know. Johnnie Cochran game propa.

Does P speak the truth or is he wrong? Does vintage traditional romantic overturation still fly?

Is this all overthinking??

Talk to me.

-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST aka TANGLE JIG P aka PLYMOUTH RICO aka SHUGGIE JACKSON JR aka GIIIIIIIIIIIIRL HE A 3

email of the week: the death of courting

earlier this week, i received an email from a vsb regular who sent me a transcript of chat she had with another vsb regular, lamenting the “death of courting“.

here’s a few highlights

chick 1: I get mad every time a man thinks it his damn right to get some ass.

what happened to the artificial wait period?

I mean really

U don’t want a tramp! Stop trying to make me into one!

it’s like once you have sex, what else is there??

cuz the default thing to do when together is f*ck

often times ruining the chance to do other sh*t like go on dates and just chill and talk and get to know each other

chick 2: it seems like it always has to be the end activity

ok we went to the movies

lets go home and f*ck

ok we had dinner lets go home and f*ck

ok we had brunch lets go home and f*ck

I mean really

just get in the damn bed and lay there!

chick 1: like can you just hold me??

chick 2: you not turning my vajayjay into a pulled pork sandwhich

chick 1: maybe if you put more effort into other aspects of me and US then perhaps i’d be more in the mood and really put it on you and have you wanting to do more so you can get

chick 1: dead @ turning my vajayjay into a pulled pork sandwich

granted there are plenty of loose, pulled pork sandwichy girls out there

but WE aren’t them

and dudes need to know how to adjust accordingly

chick 2: I want to know what other women go through

is it a certain type of woman that gets this treatment

why do men think this sh*t is ok

when did things change?

two thoughts immediately came to mind after reading this

1. there are only two ways for a woman to be absolutely certain that a man they’re seeing isn’t thinking about sleeping with her the entire time they’re together.

a: he’s not straight

b: he’s gay

since most straight woman try not to actively date gay men, i find it odd and a bit humorous when they’re still surprised, after decades of dealing with us, that we want to f*ck them. sure, we may find time for watching tv or talking or knitting together or some sh*t, but we approached you, we bagged you, we called you, we asked you out, we took you out, and we foot the bill all because we want to f*ck.

sure, other things about you might eventually interest us, and if you’re interesting enough, we might even want to marry your ass, lol, but sex is the latent cause beneath pretty much everything we do with you. granted, some of us may be smoother or more patient in our prowl than others…but we’re still all on the prowl. some of us are just better hunters.

also ladies, trust me. you dont (i repeat, you DONT) ever want to date a guy who isn’t making an effort to sleep with you. you wouldn’t know how to handle that. trust me.

2. i agree that the actual act of courting doesn’t seem to have much relevance anymore for many of usbut did it ever? think about it: when you consider arraigned relationships/marriages and the fact that many of our elders ended up shacking up with each other by their 17th birthday, maybe men have to do more courting NOW than we ever did before.

thats it for me…for now.

thoughts, people of vsb?

—the champ

link of the week: the contract

earlier in the week, vsb.com regular muse (who’s probably riding a pyramid as we speak) forwarded me a link to an, ummm, “unique” marriage contract.

originally posted on thesmokinggun.com, this contract was devised by 33 year old iowan travis frey. titled “contract of wifely expectations“, this document was to be signed and explicitly followed by his wife (who never actually signed sh*t)

(click here for full contract)

sample gems from this insane four page manuscript:

“when we are home and alone as a family, you will be naked within 20 minutes of the kids being in bed, and sleep naked unless instructed otherwise”

“misbehavior is when you complain about what is requested or expected of you, or when you try to negotiate something other than what was requested or expected of you. if this happens you will lose 5 gbd’s (good behavior days) per incident”

“i will select your sleepwear for you, and you will find it under your bed if there is none you will be naked. during your menstrual cycle you can wear a top and panties. the top is to be no longer than to cover your buttchecks”

“you are to pose for 20 pictures per quarter, unless your quota is filled”

“by the end of the first day of each quarter, you are to choose your pet name that you want me to call you by. your choice must meet my approval, and noncompliance will be a 20 gbd loss”

complete and utter insanity notwithstanding, i think we all have some variant of a contract in our heads as we try navigate the murky shark-infested waters of courting, dating, and relationships. maybe we’re not all as crazy as mr. frey, but we all have certain rules and expectations we’d like our potential and current mates to follow.

so, occasionally intelligent and outrageously lascivious people of vsb.com, what rules (if any) would be in your contracts?

oh, and btw…what ever happened to mr. frey?

he was eventually charged with first-degree kidnapping and domestic abuse assault causing injury (as well as child pornography) and convicted of third-degree sex abuse and domestic assault. he’s currently serving 11 years, and sharing a jail cell with beanie segal.

moral of the story: maybe its not a good thing that obama won iowa.

—the champ