Guys Listen UP!

Shoes! NOT flowers!

It was a first date and he brought me a pair of shoes. Yup, you heard me…they  were a beautiful, sexy, pair of leopard print, peep toe, George Marciano 5 in.  heels. Now those beautiful words may mean absolutely nothing for you guys (and if it does…well, we won’t go there right  now)…but for me, I was a goner. I fell quick and hard…love at first sight…with  the shoes anyway, not the guy. But here’s my point…it was original, thoughtful, creative, greatly appreciated,  and definitely memorable. I will no doubtedly ever forget this man, and it definitely got him one foot, er, shoe in the door. But unfortunately, the shoes stole my heart, not the guy.

Housekeeper! NOT flowers!

Yes, again…I’m serious. And my friends, this was the man that stole my heart…and my hand…and well, everything else of course.  We had been on a couple of dates, when one day he called me up at work and asked if I could be home by 4:00. I said yes, eagerly expecting a beautiful bouquet of flowers. 4:00 rolls around, the doorbell rings, I open it, and there before me are three beaming ladies with cleaning service uniforms on. You could imagine my surprise, and my ecstasy. You see, in our most intimate conversations during our first few dates, I must have opened up to him about my woes of working full time, being a single Mommy, taking care of my babies, and trying to keep a tidy house all at the same time. As most men don’t understand, but every woman whom has been in this situation understands perfectly…this is a very demanding and arduous situation to be in. I also tend to not be the best, ahem, housekeeper in the world. So my sweet, thoughtful future husband did this for me, not because my house was disgusting, and if he was to keep dating me, it would need to be ALOT cleaner…no, no, no. I’m pretty sure his thinking was “Well, she isn’t the best housekeeper, but she’s pretty hot.  So, easy solution here: get her a maid”. I’m SURE that’s exactly what he was thinking Actually, he knew how stressed out I had been and wanted to take some of my stress away…very sweet, very thoughtful, very perceptive.  And this lovely man, opens my car door for me…every time, and handles my PMS like a pro (well, most of the time…leaving the house to play golf for a few hours is handling it like a pro)! So when this man got down on one knee and asked for my hand in marriage…the answer was an astounding YES!

Ok, ok…I know I’m writing to guys and I’m getting a little sappy….so SORRY! Here’s the deal….I’m a woman, I’ve been married, divorced, remarried, and did plenty of dating in between. I of course can’t represent all women, but I sure represent a heck of a lot of them. You need advice…..ask me! It’s anonymous, you don’t have to use your real name, your buddies won’t find out. No worries. I don’t care if you’re single, dating, engaged, married, divorced, playing the field….whatever….you need advice on women…what to do, what to say, how to get out of the doghouse, how to win her heart, how to make up after a fight, how to handle her, ahem, emotional breakdowns, how to deal with your in-laws, advice on being a step-father….bring it on baby. Why oh why would you ask Billy Bob from your softball team, or Winston Harrison III, your old frat buddy? Ask a woman…ask me. And if my advice doesn’t help, then maybe another blogger will read your quandary and be able to offer better advice.

Your love coach,

Cat