I do declare, finding a good single Southern Gentleman in this damn place is harder than finding a condom in my sister’s vajayjay. Unless one just drops in front of me, I think I’ll just plum out of luck. For those of you who don’t know the difference between a Southern Gentleman and a redneck, I’ll explain it for you.
A redneck is a scruffy guy who enjoys hunting, mudding, drinking beer in excess, and probably has no real ambitions in life except maybe to get hitched and make some little redneck babies with a woman who is happy to wash his drawers and fix his supper. His accent is southern, but not the gentile type. He also has no problem using words like dingle and the n-word. I’m generalizing here, but you get the idea.
A Southern Gentleman is more educated, and probably went to one of the big SEC schools. He is stylish, courteous, chivalrous, polite, ambitious, and kind. Hunting may be one of his pastimes, but it’s not something that he spends most of his free time doing. He actually enjoys going to museums, traveling, and yes, even spoiling his significant other whenever possible. The finer things in life are important to him, but so is working hard and planning for his future stability. Of course he too wants to settle down, but not just to make babies and have someone bring him his supper. He wants an educated woman to be his partner in life. And the accent…oh my God, the accent. Just hearing him talk makes you melt. It drips with charm, intelligence, and humor.
Now that we have that cleared up, I’ll just tell you right now that there is not a single decent looking single Southern Gentleman in this damn town. Trust me. I’ve checked. Twice. Since there aren’t any left, I’ve deleted all of my profiles from all the crappy dating sites and have decided that unless one drops in my lap, I’ll just stay single forever. Plus the fact that my tastes in men seems to suck on a colossal level doesn’t help any.
This completely goes against my “never give up on love” policy, but at this point I don’t have the energy nor the drive to continue looking for my soul mate. In fact, I don’t think I even have one.
So it looks like I’m stuck here because of my job, which I am grateful for, but I have no real friends here. I’m all alone in this little town with no car. I couldn’t even run away even if I wanted to. My life has turned into a monotony of going to work, going home, watching tv (lately it’s just been re-watching True Blood), and praying that one day, before I die alone in this shit hole, I’ll be able to at least buy a car and get out of town for a few days.
Well, there I go again ranting. At least I feel a little better now. Not much. Just a little.
Here’s a cheesy 80’s video to make us all feel better.