I had always dreamed of my first date, but this was most definitely not one of those scenarios. I mean I know I don't dress the best, or act ladylike. I know I don't wear the lowest cut shirts or flaunt cleavage, I don't have a "juicy booty" but t I do have brains and I can kick anyone's ass in a fight. I thought of a million ways to be rejected and I know how to reject guy's in a million ways, yet I have never thought of this.I mean who asks someone out to dinner and then spend the whole time staring at the group of those shallow bimbos sitting at another table. I just got up and left, and I completely ignored the startled expression and then almost panicked pleas for me to stay.

While I am getting onto my motorcycle I realize I am really thankful we decided to meet here instead of him picking me up, I start up my sweet 2013 Moto Guzzi California black cycle and secure my helmet. By this time my "date" Richard had caught up to me and was trying to grab my arm. I stopped looked him square in the face and said " Look, Richard I get it. A first date isn't really a date it is just a time to see if it would be worth it to actually try something even slightly more serious. In this case it wasn't. I'm not your type and quite frankly it doesn't seem like you are mine either. It's all cool." With that I rode off into the darkening night on my way home.

That all happened about two years ago, since then I have been on a few more dates but they all tended to be similar, a group of two or three girls were always laughing loud to attract a guy's attention and the try to reel them in with their teeny tiny tee shirts. I learned to deal with it better, you know at least wait until the date is over before I say it won't work out and drive away. I kind of gained a reputation for being hard-to-get and never taking a relationship past the first date. But to be completely honest is it really me? If you think about it, the media has made ideals for women and girls to act like, look like, smell like, dress like and to expect certain things. If you look at even one commercial break in your favorite program you will most likely see at least two commercials with these sexy models but how many do you see with a real girl? But the worst part is that society accepts this, even though most guys will deny it, which would you choose a Victoria secret model or just a random female law student? The model that's right. After finally being able to understand this I have to make a choice. Should I betray who I am and act like some bimbo? Dye my hair blond? Push up my bras? Get a tiny dog to carry in my designer purse? Or do I stay true to who I am? Or do I meet somewhere in the middle?

You know what I think I will start an experiment and see what actually works. Because every girl growing up knows all about the "cool" girls vs. the "nerdy" girls. Every book and parent say's to be yourself, but is this advice just standard and no longer relevant? Let's find out.