Bros before Hoes
So I was meant to go out with Film Buff on Thursday. I’ve had a long standing work/friend party to go to that evening but I decided to try to stuff two things into one evening because no other date this week was working and I was keen to see him again.
“I’ll be out of the party by 8:30,” I thought. “Besides, I’m not even meant to be drinking before the run this weekend! I’ll be very well-behaved, say hello to everyone, drink a diet coke, and then meet him for dinner.”
There were several glaring flaws with this plan.
First, I’m not really giving up alcohol before the half marathon on Sunday. Frankly, I can’t be bothered. I’m not exactly an Olympian and I don’t plan on breaking any records. In fact, I will be pleased if I can drag my limp body over the finish line. I doubt a couple of days off the liquor is going to suddenly turn me into Flash Gordon. In fact, it might drive me to such stages of despondency that I give up on the run entirely and spend the morning in bed.
Second, I have a long-running reputation as the Last Woman Standing at a Work-Related Function. If I tried to sip a diet coke before casually slipping out the door, there’d be trouble.
Third, if I carried through with the plan it would be a clear case of bros before hoes. And not only is that against the tenets of Sex and the Single Girl, it’s against my tenets as well. Because I think we can all agree that no matter how awesome a dude seems on a first date, 9 times out of 10 it’s going to end in angry ranting and cigarette smoking with my flatmate on my balcony.
So I rescheduled. Well, what I actually did was reschedule a date I was meant to have tonight with that wild card who works in TV and then shifted Film Buff over to tonight. Now I get to see the so-far-awesome dude AND leave my reputation unsullied.
So I guess it’s now a case of bros before other bros, which frankly suits me better.
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Do you mean tenets, or is this some alcoholic tinnie related joke?
Enjoyable blog, by the way