Waiting on the boys who can't be men...

Let us discuss the age old question:  Why are men such bastards? 

What happened to gentlemen, courting ladies with flowers (gardenias) and candy (jelly beans or sour cherrys)?  No, instead I get guys who come up to me going "Yo, my name's T-Low, gimme your number." 

Seriously?  T-Low?  That makes it sound like you're a sugar substitute for tea.  And then, THEN, they want pictures of us.  And not of our faces.  Now, I don't have a problem if you're in a long-term relationship with somebody occasionally appeasing them with some skin flashing.  But dude, we just met.  And no, I don't need to see anything of yours.  I trust you're a guy.  There is no need to prove it to me.

Guys have no skill anymore.  They just come up, get in my personal space, try talking some bullshit to me that I see right through, then cop an attitude when I'm not "feeling 'em."  And yes, I know they are quite large and you've probably never seen anything quite as big as them before, but my boobs shouldn't be the topic of conversation, especially if you're trying to get to know me.

I went out on a date recently with someone I thought I knew.  Granted, some time had passed since I'd spoken to him last, but I wasn't expecting a complete personality change.  And when he wasn't trying to convert me to Christianity, he was trying to screw me.  How's that for mixed signals?  "I think you should reconsider your faith, but hey, let's engage in pre-marital sex."  What the hell??  Then he drunk dialed me a few days later (after ignoring a phone call from me) and told me he didn't think we could date because he was too controlling and we would end up killing each other.  Um, thanks? 

So, what do we ladies do?  Do we put up with the men Bridget Jones referred to as "alcoholics, workaholics, sexaholics, commitment-phobics, peeping toms, megalomaniacs, emotional fuckwits, or perverts," and hope it's all an act.  Or pray that eventually a nice guy will come along who doesn't want to see a picture of my girls the first time we meet?