Since recently re-entering the dating world (my re-entry actually began last September, I just still feel like a n00b) I have noticed a strong correlation between guys who talk about how wonderful they are and guys who are really not all that wonderful. Here is a graph I created to help illustrate my observations and findings:
I just can’t even believe the number of dudes who will go out of their way to convince me of how wonderful they are. They are all like, “Trust me, you’ve never met a dude more honest and sincere than me. I’m for reals the most honest and sincere dude on planet Earth!” And then they’re all like, “I don’t believe in treating women with anything but kindness and respect. Let me tell you, I am one kind and respectful mother fucker!” And then it’s like, “I’m only living with my parents right now so I can prepare to save all women and children of the world from chaos and mass destruction later down the road.”
These guys are so good at talking themselves up to be the catch of the century that by the time I’m done speaking with one of them I’m all like, “Holy shit this guy’s better than James Franco!”
But then he turns out to be the mayor of fucking Jerktown.
And I’m just like what the fuck, dude. I thought you were supposed to be super wonderful?
It’s seriously so irritating, and the moral of this story is I’m only going to start dating self-loathing asshats. At least that way I can only be pleasantly surprised – and not heartbroken – if they turn out to be anything different.

February 19, 2012 at 12:11 pm
Well ….. I will be blunt. Most good men would be put off by your profanity.
wayne
February 19, 2012 at 12:26 pm
Ohhhhh shit. You’re probably right…
February 19, 2012 at 4:58 pm
Wayne, I couldn’t agree more. The use of that fucking language just disgusts the shit ass out of me. Jessica, even though I think your blog is comic brilliance, that fucking language has GOT to go. You’d better get used to being single because it will be a while before you find a “good man.”
February 19, 2012 at 12:21 pm
I was expecting a directly inverse correlation!
February 19, 2012 at 12:23 pm
I don’t even know what that means, Sam! Also, this is a pie chart, right?
February 19, 2012 at 2:54 pm
In this case it would mean that the more a dude tells you how great he is, the more likely he is to be a pudly little wanker. As one factor increases the other decreases proportionally.
….and at great risk of being struck by lightning: as the only kind of “baked goods chart,” it would have to be a pie chart because it was made by a woman. Uh-oh. Barbara is calling. I have to go make her a sandwich, and I’d better get it right this time..
February 19, 2012 at 12:25 pm
I can’t stop laughing at good man wayne’s comment! Love it! I like the martini in the title…that’s how Uncle mike & I have ours….always three olives.
Lesson from study & graph…..dudes fuckin’ lie!
February 19, 2012 at 12:29 pm
Now I can’t stop laughing. “Good man Wayne.” You are the best, Auntie Cathy ;) And if you’ve never had bleu cheese stuffed olives, get up on that.
April 15, 2012 at 8:59 pm
Hey I’m not the mayor of Jerktown, just the treasurer. *wink*
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