Dear Best Policy...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

Is there a polite way of saying, "I think you are full of shit and I am not interested in what you have to say"? I've been trying to think of one but am having trouble with the exact phrasing.

Sincerely,

Awkwardly Honest


Dear Best Policy,
I'm about to do something unprecedented and tell you I suck at this. 

I have no poker face at all. Generally speaking, if I think someone is full of shit and am not interested in what they have to say, my face says it all. My features arrange themselves into an expression of "I'm bored and no shits are being given," while at the same time I'm mentally high fiving myself on really nailing a neutral facial expression. This continues, I've noticed, until a friend yanks me away from a conversation unceremoniously under the pretense of needing my help with some vague task. Even then I usually don't pick up on what kind of trainwreck they are trying to stop until they mimic the face I've just been making. 

I have NO IDEA why this the one social area where I'm a complete failure.**

However, in the interest of actually helping you out, let's consider the various situations in which you might be inclined to say, "I think you are full of shit and I'm not interested in what you have to say." Sometimes you don't need to be polite. If this is some bro at the bar, then be blunt and get out. "I'm bored and I have to go now." You don't owe that guy an explanation. If it's a friend or someone you genuinely like, pick a fight about what they're saying. That's always fun, especially if other people are around to uncomfortably decide whether this is a big deal or not. 

Regrettably, if this is a coworker you'll be forced to mingle with every day over mediocre coffee in the break room, or some family member you're supposed to play nice with...you need to just get out and let everybody save face. Fake a super important text message or something--anything that excuses you from the situation. Tell them you're about to pee your pants. Whatever you need to do. Life is too short to listen to bullshit. (Everyone just closed their internet browser.) 

Oh, and if it's your boss--work REALLY HARD at keeping your face neutral. And if at any point you feel like you're doing such a good job at looking neutral that you want to award yourself a mental high five, you're doing it wrong. Try harder. 
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda


**Besides my dating life. 

Dear Jane Eyre...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

I've noticed among women in social situations where they are apt to met new people of the suitable gender for their romantic proclivities, if they happen to be in a relationship, this is information they will tell you early on, particularly if the beau is not in attendance.  It's not overt, it's not jarring, it's just there to show everyone where they stand. "Oh yes, Peru is lovely. I went last year with my boyfriend." That sort of thing. Just slipping in a simple fact.

I like this. I like how it says, "I am enjoying your conversation, and, in case we are reading this situation differently, I just want to let you know I'm spoken for. Let us continue talking about our common interests and having a good time." (Granted, some people wield this like a shield, bringing up their significant other every three seconds, which is a bit irritating, but understandable if they are getting a lot of unwanted attention.)

Men, I've found, do not do this. This is annoying. Maybe it's not all men. I'm willing to give the benefit of the doubt to the male sex as a whole, but a disproportional amount of men that *I* meet and am flirting with/ passing my phone number to/ trying to ask out do not come clean with information about girlfriends until well into the conversation. A number of them don't even slip that bit of information in within the first meeting. I remember one time where I was shocked to find the gentleman in question had a fiance the whole time I'd known him, which was about nine months, and no one had informed me of this. Another time, I thought I'd been asked on an impromptu date, only to find I wasn't when he told me he was meeting his girlfriend at the movies later. Possibly my fault for misconstruing the invitation, but I still contend I should have been informed that a girlfriend existed by at least the first month in of knowing someone.

Is this some sort of convoluted chivalry? Are these men so sensitive to bandying a woman's good name about town that they neglect to tell me that they are in a long term relationship? Or are they dense and ill informed of social rules? Or, am *I* ill-informed and the general procedure now is to shake hands and ask, "Hello. Are you single? I just want to make sure it's ok to hit on you this evening should I feel inclined to do so." Or, and I hesitate to bring this up, are they doing this... conveniently?  ("Oh, I never told you I had a girlfriend? I'm sure I did, I must have.")

What do you think, Bitter Amanda? Why is this happening? And what can I do about it?

Yours truly,

Jane Eyre


Dear Jane,
If I had a dollar for every time I learned far too late in the game that a man was already in a relationship, I would be in a different tax bracket. 
This is so awkward! Women want to make it clear if they are in a relationship and that this is just a friendly conversation and not flirting, but they also don't want to be That Girl who can only talk about her boyfriend. But you also don't want to assume that every man who speaks to you is flirting. Most women have found a way to seamlessly introduce a significant other--generally before someone is asking for her phone number. On the flip side, single women also want to make themselves known without sounding sad or desperate--and they're pretty good at it.
Men are terrible at this. (And many other things in life, such as returning phone calls and regarding the feelings of another.) It's hard to tell if this is an intentional omission of information or just a stupid misreading of social situations. The first is unforgivable, the second is annoying. For me, the strangest part of this phenomenon is situations like not knowing someone is engaged. Your significant other shouldn't be the only thing you talk about, but how can you leave someone like that out of conversation for so long? Not a very good sign, if you ask me. 
And so, Ms. Eyre, let's get to your questions. Why is this happening? I am disinclined to call it any form of chivalry. That, my dear, is dead. Nor is this situation your fault. You're allowed to flirt and you're just using the information you've been given--or not given, as the case may be. 
I think the solution to this problem falls to men. (Sadly. This does not bode well for an efficient remedy.)
Men of the world, it's time to start paying attention. If you are unavailable and someone is flirting with you, you have a responsibility to your significant other to make them known. You don't have to wear a big sandwich board saying "I HEART MY GIRLFRIEND" or anything. Just a quick drop of the word "girlfriend" or even a female name will do. If said with enough familiarity, most women will pick up the hint. Do this as soon as she makes physical contact with you or asks what you do on the weekends. And don't flirt back! She might not be flirting with you, but she'll appreciate the heads up. Even if you're awkward about it, and you very likely will be, at least it's out there. 

If I may go down another path for a minute, I believe there is another reason women are so good at dropping their partner into conversations. It's a defense mechanism. A safety net. Very often, the only thing that stops a would-be suitor from showering a woman with affection (read: groping and sweating all over her) is the mention of another man in her life. The sad fact is that lots of men only stop unwanted attention out of respect for another man. I've had to make up boyfriends in order to get a man unwrapped from around me. It's not enough that a woman has said no or asked you to stop, which is pathetic. 
SORRY ABOUT THE UNWANTED RANT. 

You keep doing what you're doing, Jane. 
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda

Dear Vin Diesel...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

I just read something for school ("...in a [labor] union as in a country, the best way to ensure internal harmony and unity is to have a state of 'war'."*) that reminded me of what an ex once told me about relationships: if you aren't fighting, you aren't talking. Are regularly combative and potentially hostile forms of communication actually healthy on a personal level?

Sincerely,
Not the "fist" in pacifist

p.s. The ex and I rarely fought. Is that why we broke up? Is that ironic?

p.p.s. Sorry about the footnote in an email. I'm a little excited about being in school again. xoxoNerd.

*from D. Lilore, The local union in public libraries. (1984), p. 77 paraphrasing L.H. Fisher and G. McConnell, "Internal conflict and labor union solidarity" in K. Kornhauser, et. al. Industrial conflict (1954).


Dear Vin Diesel,
I'm not sure about that quote as it relates to labor unions or countries--I'd have to see more and I'm not an expert on either of those topics...unlike relationships, where I am clearly an expert--so let's focus on the part about your ex.**
Some people don't know how to communicate or function without some level of stress. (Come to hang out with a certain branch of my family. You'll know what I mean.) Some people need that constant level of stress and adrenaline. I'm not calling it healthy or unhealthy, but I'm pointing it out. 
But in a relationship? I'm going to disagree with your ex. Is arguing and having disagreements and working through them healthy? Absolutely. Work through your problems...in private, please. There is nothing more uncomfortable than witnessing a couple fight in public. It's almost worse than witnessing a couple making out in public. Almost. Rolling over and being a doormat because you'd rather avoid confrontation? Pass, thanks. But combative? Potentially hostile? That's not how I want my relationships described. (Although, my exes might disagree with that but WE WON'T ASK THEM.) There are ways to work out problems in a more...peaceful manner. 
Did you and your ex break up because you never fought? I don't know. My guess would be no. I'd be more likely to suggest that you broke up because he felt combative arguments were the way to your heart. Just a hunch. 
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda

PS--I don't mind footnotes. 
PPS--I think I've had this email for a really long time. It got lost in my inbox. Like that time my blind date had to reschedule and, I'm sure, lost my phone number. Sorry. 





**Part of this sentence is a lie.

Dear Whovian...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

I think I received a note from Dr. Who. Can you please confirm?

Sincerely,
Future Companion

Dear Whovian,
I assume you mean Doctor Who, as one doesn't abbreviate when referring to The Doctor.

So, are you a future companion? Unlikely. And not just because I'm fairly certain The Doctor wouldn't leave notes on old receipts. (I'm not saying he has some fancy embossed stationary or anything--I really wouldn't know--but it's just a hunch that this note is not he he rolls.) I say no mostly because for you to be a future companion, the author of this note would have to mean what he said and follow up on it. We all know that's rather unlikely for a man, hmm? 

If you believe in magic and want to save the universe, then by all means pen a missive in reply. Just don't get your hopes up that the TARDIS will show up on your front lawn. The guy didn't even provide a return address. Typical. 
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda

Dear Ghost Chase...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

I think the clock on the bedside table is trying to send me a message. Can you help me interpret it?

It's one of those cool alarm clocks that projects the time onto the ceiling which is great if you suddenly wake up in the middle of the night and want to know what time it is. But one day, I noticed that the time was suddenly 4 hours ahead. It is disorienting enough to wake up in the middle of the night and not know what time, day, or century it is because you're so groggy, but to also be fed false information? That is unacceptable!

So I reset it to the right time, which for me is EST. And the next morning the clock was 4 hours ahead again! The clock keeps doing this, resetting itself 4 hours ahead no matter how many times I set it right. I don't know how, and I don't know why, but this is a true story. I swear!

Is this merely mechanical malfunction or am I receiving messages from the digital beyond (AKA, is my clock haunted)?

Please help!

Sincerely,

Mocked by Clock

p.s. Just in case you were wondering, I use the alarm on my phone to wake me up in the morning. I was not woken up at ungodly-er than normal hours by this haunted alarm clock. So if that was the clock's plan, to disturb my rest, it failed.

Dear Ghost Chase,

Haunted. Your clock is definitely haunted. I'd do some google research on taking care of that. 

Then again...it's giving you the time in western Portugal. It could be worse, you know? Maybe it's a sign. 

Or...you should change the batteries. 

It's definitely one of the two. 

Solitarily yours,

Bitter Amanda

Dear Stan...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

I created a board on Pinterest of all the pins I think you would like. You're welcome.

Sincerely,
Your Biggest Fan


Dear Stan,
WHAT. WHAT JUST HAPPENED. That Pinterest board is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I am actually feeling positive emotions over this. You're a pretty awesome Biggest Fan. Also you might need another hobby, since you made a WWBAP board on Pinterest. Just a thought. But you're still awesome! 

Readers, I also finally understand the appeal of Pinterest. Guess who won't be getting much work done in the near future? 
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda

Dear Miss Jones...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

I'm in a bit of a pickle. I met an attractive and interesting man a few weeks ago with a common interest. We talked for a while,  and eventually exchanged information about other events that were happening. Now, I've been rather busy since then, though I had planned on contacting him this week about an event coming up, in hopes that we'd meet up and get chatting again. However, last night he may have showed up at a weekly event that I told him about, but to which I hadn't expected him to come... but then again, maybe he didn't.

Bitter Amanda, I can't remember what he looks like.

I know he had glasses and a beard, and was slightly taller than I am. There was a man there last night fitting that description, but was it him? I couldn't tell. I spent much of the evening sneaking furtive glances, trying to figure out if this was the same person, and being generally on the other side of the room so I wouldn't have to make conversation.

And here's the rub: I had good time chatting with him! I wanted to see him again! But maybe I did, and didn't recognize him. Why doesn't my brain work!? If I invite him to the other event, how will I recognize him? Did I just spend the whole night ignoring him after I told him to come? O, calamity!

I am aware at how ridiculous this sounds, especially since I did describe him as "attractive". But, Bitter Amanda, beards and glasses, two of those most distinguishing factors that you'd use to identify someone (for goodness sake, they major descriptors in the game Guess Who) are all too common these days.

Damn hipsters. Damn them all.

So what to do? Invite and hope that I hadn't avoided him the whole night and look like an ass? Or pretend the whole thing didn't happen, and give up befriending a quite interesting human being?

Sincerely,
Forgetful Jones


Dear Miss Jones,
You know, most cell phones these days have cameras. Next time you meet a dude, take a sneaky picture of him. Or make a mark on his neck with a Sharpie so you can identify him next time. Maybe you can get one of those pet trackers! 
In the interest of separating this man from the hipsters, and because I am mean and just want to see it happen, you need to stage some sort of elaborate plan. Invite him to whatever unironic event you're attending--but make sure you can find him this time. Are you comfortable with lying? Not like, major "I'm moving to the moon" lying, but just...a little lie. A white lie. A short work of fiction with good intentions, if you will. So..are you? If not, you'd better try another advice column. But if you are ok with that, then let's go. 
So invite your bearded beau and talk up this event like it's really cool but you heard the weirdest thing about it! Tell him that apparently, you can't get in unless you're carrying a rubber chicken. (Still with me?) SO he walks in, rubber chicken in hand, and there you go. That's your man. 

But Amanda, won't he notice that no one else has a rubber chicken? Do I need to bring one too? What's the point of that? You're getting bogged down in details--it doesn't matter why! You can be just as baffled as he is, when you tell him. You don't need one because remember, that's the lie. I mean, if you're really into that idea or you have one, what the hell. Throw it in your handbag. But it's really not necessary. 

Right, but what about when he notices that no one else is carrying one? That's not my problem. I lured your tall man there--it's your job to handle him once he walks in. 

What if he gets upset about it or refuses to go because of this plan? Then he's lame and you should find another bespectacled friend. 

Ok, well what if he WAS the guy at this event and I ignored him? This is easy, throw it back at him. Why didn't you come talk to me? 

What if he shows up without a rubber chicken and we have an awkward encounter. Oh, I hardly recognized you without your rubber chicken! Simple. 

Have you ever done anything like this? Of course not. 

You do realize this is a terrible plan, right? Yeah, but you're still reading it. You came to a blog called Bitter Amanda for help--I don't think you have a lot of options right now. Go with the rubber chicken. 

Make sure I'm invited to the wedding. I'll tell this story and I'll try not to be mean to your bridesmaids.
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda


PS: I'll probably make fun of your bridesmaids. Full disclosure. 

Dear Suburban Supervisor...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

Does this count as an early mid-life crisis?

I can't leave my husband-to-be unsupervised. I just got home from a three day weekend visiting family with my mom and I came home to find that he bought a hands free step machine, two (2) 3-lbs. hand weights, an Xbox 360 with a Kinect sensor, and an iPhone 5. The reason? He "broke up" with his gym and decided to make his own "gym" at home. He already has a punching bag downstairs from a Black Friday shopping spree and has used the step thing and hand weights while watching football this weekend (Wish I was home to see that!). Why the iPhone? 1.) He is jealous if mine, and 2.) He found an app that counts his squats. Apparently this makes it gym equipment.

My question for you, Bitter Amanda, is should I be angry or concerned about my fiancée's impulsive buys? I'm secretly a little excited to use the Xbox, and am still laughing too much to be objective.

Sincerely,
Bewildered in the Suburbs


Dear Suburban Supervisor,
I'm assuming that the money was not a problem here. It sounds like you're not desperately concerned about him spending it, which would have led to an entirely different response. 

So. Is this an early mid-life crisis? Let's...go with yes. For selfish reasons. First of all, his shopping spree is focused on taking care of himself, so that could be a lot worse. He's not a cliched balding guy in a yellow convertible, looking straight up ridiculous. He isn't trying out skinny jeans like all the young guys in his office. An iPhone is pretty good, considering. 
Second of all, he's getting this out of the way early! If this is, in fact, a mid-life (or quarter-life, or third-life, or whatever fraction) crisis, you can just cross it off the list. It's done. Before you're even married. Awesome! 

I think you're good with laughing and enjoying the fruits of his crisis. When the day comes that he announces that you should both quit your jobs, sell your house, and move to Spain because a life of leisure is really what we need!, just remind him that he used his Mid-Life Crisis card already, then you decide where you're moving. 
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda

Dear Antihistamine...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

Constantly sniffling,
Lady in Love (?)



Dear Antihistamine,
Allergies. Very likely allergies. Take some Benadryl and we'll see you tomorrow. 
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda

Dear Ren McCormack...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

 

I am fabulously single. No attachments, no drama, but lots and lots of cool friends, including male friends who alternately treat me as "one of the guys" or "the girl" depending if we're, say, getting a beer or going dancing. I dig my lifestyle. My mother, however, does not seem to understand the coolness of my situation. There's apparently been a lot of Valentine's Day specials on morning TV and I think they are getting to her. She has repeatedly told me that I should be dating more. Now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing against dating. If someone asks me out, I generally say yes, because I am cool and awesome and fun loving (although there's been more than a few "is this a date?" situations. Bitter Amanda, you may want to put out a handbook on that topic.).  But, it doesn't happen all that frequently, and that's fine by me. I have other ways to spend my time. My mother says, "Well, you should DO things that make them want to ask you out!" And my response to her is twofold: 1) If they haven't asked you out yet, you're not yet on their radar. And to get on their radar after the fact, most guys won't respond unless you throw yourself at them. 2) if I'm going to have to do that, why wouldn't I just ask the fool out myself? It's so much less demeaning. Mom sighs and says she just thinks I will be happier if I date more. How do I get her to realize that I am, in fact, quite happy and not bemoaning my singledom in the slightest?

 

Footloose and Fancy Free

Dear Ren McCormack,

I'm uncharacteristically proud to read this letter. It's so hard to be an educator and feel like you're talking to yourself, day after day, trying to help people. I mean, you hope you're getting through to someone but...

But this! Look at you, you shining beacon of hope! Embrace your singledom! It's a fun time! You're saving SO MUCH MONEY on holidays! You're a model Single Person and I applaud you! Even more so, given that we're staring down the barrel of Valentine's Day. Fifty gold stars for you. 

Forget what your mom is saying--she's probably going through Baby Fever, where she's starting to panic about not becoming a grandmother and it's happening all around her, and SHE JUST WANTS A BABY TO SNUGGLE, OK? IS THAT SO WRONG? My mom should start a support group for that. 

Keep dancing and doing your thing, Ren. You're doing alright. 

Solitarily yours,

Bitter Amanda

Dear Dancing Queen...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

I was recently at a party where the boys spent a good portion of the evening bemoaning their inability to get women. (The room, I might add had a male/female ratio of 30/70, nearly all of the women being single, so these are the bright minds we are dealing with). The most common complaint was the initial pickup on a dance floor-- specifically, how do you get a woman to dance with you? We ladies insisted it wasn't difficult, and came up with two or three good suggestions. The men refused to believe us, saying that the "sneak attack" was the most foolproof (my word for when a guy appears behind you and all of a sudden you're grinding with a perfect stranger). The women unanimously voted this down, but the men insisted this works best. Please clear this up once and for all, Bitter Amanda. What is the best and/or most consistent way for a man to get a dance partner at a club?

Impatiently awaiting your verdict,
Boogaloo


Dear Dancing Queen,
Why are men so horrible at this? I remember a wedding not long after I graduated college, where all the women were on the dance floor, dancing with each other even for the slow songs. There was, despite what you're possibly thinking, a group of eligible men--standing off to the side of the dance floor! I had had enough, so confronted them. "Are you going to dance with us?" The bride came and backed me up--and you do not mess with a bride. "No," they answered lamely, "this isn't our song." I stood long enough, glaring at them, that they got their asses in gear and asked us to dance. AND THEY ALL HAD DANCE PARTNERS ALL NIGHT. Isn't that funny? 

Ok. First of all, if you are a man reading this or you know any men in need of advice, this is the most important thing I'm going to say, possibly ever: Smashing your bits up against a lady while music is playing is not considered an invitation to dance. Got that? Should I repeat it? Do not dance up behind a lady and act surprised when she moves away from you. It's creepy. Hey, this party is fun, dancing with my girls, good music WHOA HELLO THERE PENIS. That's what goes through our minds. Sure, maybe a few women out there don't mind. Maybe we'll dance for a minute with you if we're expecting someone we know, but then once we figure out that you are not our boyfriend, we're out of there. Seriously, this is creepy. Don't let your penis do the introductions. 

There are probably lots of effective ways to get a girl to dance with you. Once at a club in Ireland, I danced with this very cute boy because he came up to me while the ubiquitous "Call On Me" was playing. (Note: not "Call Me Maybe", although I also love that one. I mean this one.) He mimed a phone in his hand, doing a whole "call me?" thing. It's lame but I was perhaps not sober and he was really cute. I was charmed enough to dance with him. (Then he proposed. Fun fact.) 

That won't always work. It really only works if the song playing is about calling someone. And if you're really, really cute. But guess what? You don't need that. 95% of the time I've danced with a man, I did so because he approached me and asked if I wanted to dance. He might have introduced himself first, he might have done some flirting or tried a stupid line first, we might have already known each other. But then he asked if I wanted to dance. It's that easy. 

I'm not kidding. It's not lame, it's not boring. Just freaking ask her. It doesn't have to sound like a formal invitation. You don't even have to be particularly good, most of the time! You just have to be willing to actually dance. 

Seriously guys, stop the sneak attack on the dance floor. It's weird. 
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda

Dear Chocolate Guardian...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

I found a bar of dark chocolate a the bottom of a paper grocery bag that I was going to use for recycling. Not only did I find unexpected chocolate, I saved it from certain recycled doom! Hurray for me! I am a hero!

Sincerely,
Sweet Avenger


Dear Chocolate Guardian,
You, my friend, are most certainly a hero. This is worthy of the highest of praise. I could not be more proud. (Well...I mean I probably could but I don't have the time to think of another scenario, so let's let you have you moment in the sun. It's Friday and I'm feeling generous. Anyway, back to you, Champ!) 
You've done the world a favor. Actually, two, you little recycler you! Which is probably why the universe rewarded you with some bonus dark chocolate. Karma can be a beautiful thing. 
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda

Dear Jane Banks...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

I was just wanted to say thank you for coming into my dream last night and giving me the business.

I had a dream in which I was trying to get back with my ex-boyfriend. In real life we were together and then broke up and then 5 months later got back together. Not surprisingly we broke up again 8 months later.

In my dream I was trying to sneak away out the back door of a house with him to go and make out. Then I turned around (in my dream) and you were standing there. Shaking your head and glaring at me.

Then I woke up. Thanks for keeping dream me on track. 

With much respect,

Nightmare Nancy 

Dear Jane Banks, 

That is awesome. I didn't think I would ever be excited that I showed up in someone's dream (because hello, creepy) but I'm actually psyched about it. Mostly because it sounds like I was the Mary Poppins you needed. AND I AM TOTALLY OK WITH THAT. 

So, let's talk about this guy for a second. Not to sound like a self-help book or anything, but there's a reason you broke up, (True story: I read a book titled "It's Called a Break-Up Because It's Broken.") Sometimes you break up because of life reasons that really don't have anything to do with the relationship itself. If you thought he merited a second chance, then do what you have to do.

However. Two tries, two break-ups...a third try would be foolish. Which you know, otherwise Dream Me wouldn't have been silently judging Dream You. I'm just glad you figured it out. 

Solitarily yours,

Bitter Amanda

Dear Angry Girl...

Bitter Amanda,

I just got out of a relationship with an idiot. I need some good breakup music - not the sappy "how can I live without you" stuff - but the "you sucked and I'm better off without you." Do you have any suggestions?

~Single and better off

Dear Angry Girl,

Oh yeah. I've got some suggestions. Some of it sounds silly when you look at my list, but trust me--put it on and belt it out...these people know what they're talking about. No judging on this one. Off the top of my head...

--Puddle of Mudd "She Hates Me"

--Britney Spears "Stronger"

--Carrie Underwood "Before He Cheats"

--Nancy Sinatra "These Boots Are Made for Walkin'"

--Ray Charles "Hit the Road Jack"

--Jason Derulo "Solo"

--Ke$ha "Grow a Pear"

--All American Rejects "Gives You Hell"

--'NSync "Bye Bye Bye"

--Beyonce "Single Ladies" 

--Destiny's Child "Survivor"

--Christina Aguilera "Fighter"

--Pink "So What"

--Ace of Base "I Saw the Sign" (No, I'm not kidding.)

--Kelly Clarkson "Since U Been Gone"

--Taylor Swift "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together"

And my Top 5...

--Ben Folds Five "Song for the Dumped"

--Cee Lo "Fuck You"

--Lily Allen "Fuck You" (A different one. So many varieties!)

--Alanis Morissette "You Oughta Know"

--Gloria Gaynor "I Will Survive"

Enjoy!

Solitarily yours,

Bitter Amanda


**EDIT: Early readers may have noticed I totally screwed up a song title. It's been fixed, don't worry about it, but please remember to edit when you have 9 billion songs rattling around your brain at once. MULTI TASKING FAIL. 

Dear Athena...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

Three years after my douchebag of an ex walked out on our relationship via text message because I wouldn't put out for him, we ran into each other at the mall. Obviously, he was devastated/greatly surprised that I hadn't withered away in mourning for him, or else he really believes he still has a chance with me, because I went home to a weird apology email from him, 3 years too late. Not only was this apology tasteless in content, but it also contained humorous references to how his family suddenly realized I would make the perfect bride for him.

"But don't worry," he continues, "I deflected them as best as I could. Hehe." Yes, that is a direct quote, including the very manly chuckle.

*GAG!* does not even begin to cover it. Bitter Amanda, how do I put this guy down in the way that he deserves?

Yours,
Athena


Dear Athena,
I'm mad impressed right now. There is absolutely no way a man who leaves a relationship like he did (ie THE WORST WAY/REASON EVER) deserves to be with you, and you know it. We don't always realize that last part--men and women alike. I'm sure he was devastated and surprised that you're still flourishing without his attention. What he wasn't saying was that some combination of seeing you looking so awesome, his life not going the way he thought it would, and his family talking about your perfection has led him to the conclusion that he totally fucked up when he walked away from you. Score! (For you. This guy's life sucks. Unfortunately his ego didn't get the memo quite yet.) 
Your name suits--you are a freaking goddess, and this guy doesn't quite make the cut. You should run into him again sometime. With your car.
YOU GUYS CHILL OUT I WOULD NEVER CONDONE THAT. 

(You bought that, right? That sounded believable?) 
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda

Dear Rufus Xavier Sasparilla...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

If a couple has been dating for a while/engaged/married, do you think it's appropriate for one or either of the parties involved to make "we" type statements? I'm not talking about factual statements like "We went to Montreal last year on vacation". I mean statements starting with things like, "We prefer..." or "we think..." or "we feel...". Opinion-y type things. "We really don't like going to that restaurant because we think that the waiters are rude and the filet mignon is dry."  "We like springtime in New England, but we really prefer to go south for the winter." When you are a part of a two, does that mean your partner gets to squish their opinion alongside yours and answer for you? That kind of bugs me. Is it too nitpicky to prefer something like "I think, and I'm fairly sure Buffy agrees..." to "We think"? Because the two people aren't collectively thinking-- each person has come to their own opinion, right? What's your take on this, Bitter Amanda? Identity usurpation or mere grammatical nuisance?

We, we, we, all the way home

Dear Rufus Xavier Sasparilla,

You're hitting on something here that has been the subject of many a rant around my home. Pronouns ARE tricky! Ask any first grader. 

This is a complicated subject. What is the boundary for the "we" mentality? For me, part of the issue is the situation. If I'm having coffee with a friend, and I ask what she did last night, I'm weirded out by "We went out for burritos." I think back--was I there? Did I have too many margaritas and forget that we went out together, yet miraculously wake up feeling fine? Or is she referring to someone else? I look around, wondering if a third person joined us and I didn't notice. Oh no...is it an imaginary friend? Has my friend finally lost it?* "We went out for burritos," is acceptable if I have coffee with my friend and her boyfriend. Otherwise, I worry a lot less when she says, "I went for burritos with Boyfriend." You see what I'm saying, Rufus? 

I'm leery of group opinions, on some level. "Oh, we love IHOP. Best pancakes in the tri-county area." Suddenly, I am convinced IHOP is A Couple Place. I can't go to IHOP anymore?? When did they decide it was A Date Restaurant? Where can I get pancakes now? Will they still let me get a table for one? Or will they bring me my pancakes with side orders of Sympathy and Judgmental Glances? I DIDN'T ORDER THOSE. 

Wait, what was your question? Oh, right. You're not being nitpicky. I worry that excessive "we" statements show getting lost into a relationship, absorbed into being part of a pair, rather than being your own person. So...I think it's both of your suggestions: identity usurpation AND grammatical nuisance. 

Solitarily yours,

Bitter Amanda

*Let's be honest, if anyone is going to have a psychotic episode where they go to dinner with an imaginary friend...it's going to be me. 

Dear Black Belt...

Bitter Amanda,

 

What are your thoughts on this: you're on a date with someone you've recently met, and within the first five minutes he states "you'll probably find that I have more respect for you than you have for yourself."

 

My immediate response was "fuck you "(which he thought was cute and funny). But you barely know me, and you're already making assumptions about the level of respect I have for myself? And you're so amazingly awesome that you're going to shower me with the tons of respect that I lack? As a followup, I was compared to a majority of the women he's dated in the past, who've all had really low self esteem and made lots of self-deprecating comments about themselves, like "OMG, I'm so fat!" 

 

So... you're a player (because the word "majority" does not come up in a discussion of women you've dated if there hasn't been a shit-ton), you just compared me to all the previous women (way to make you're current date feel special), and you're insinuating that I'm fat? Why else would you be expecting the fat comments at any minute?

 

I finished the date out, mostly because I know I have a tendency to write people off without giving them a chance. But after that respect comment I was done, and really have no desire to see him again. Am I overreacting, or is a comment like that a red flag? 

 

~Tired of People Who Are Full of Themselves

 

ps. Another thing that pissed me off, which has me convinced his ego needs deflating. We also had a disagreement about martial arts; he doesn't believe the martial arts have to be violent, they are only violent if you *perceive* them to be. Lets look past that the point that the "martial" part of martial arts is built right into the name. My twenty years of experience in multiple fields and two black belts could not change his mind that martial arts are violent. Why was he not convinced? Because his undergrad degree was in sports and recreation. He is a professional game player for a living. My takeaway from that conversation: "my experience is more relevant than yours, and I'm not open to any viewpoints but my own."  Gag.

Dear Black Belt,

Damn, girl. I'm impressed you didn't sneak out the bathroom window during this date. This guy is basically one big red flag. Respect for sticking it out, knowing you write people off. 

Here's my opinion on dating new people, which ultimately may be an unpopular one. Go with your gut. If you sat with this guy and thought, "What an insufferable douchebag," then he's probably not Prince Charming. Another woman somewhere with less self-respect than you will probably find his level of douche charming enough and allow herself to put up with it. However, that doesn't mean you have to be that girl. 

Going out with these losers is horrible, sure, but you never know. Doesn't hurt to meet them. Life experiences, good stories, character building, blah blah blah. I personally like that you all write me letters about them.  But when you get that Red Flag Feeling it's cool to write him off. 

Don't worry about the gym teacher. Let him bore someone else.

Solitarily yours,

Bitter Amanda

Dear Oscar...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

I found a post it note! Is it yours?

Sincerely,
The Garbage Collector

Dear Oscar, 
I don't have any frogs! Although I have tried to awkwardly transition an unwelcome "I love you" into a high-fiving-because-we're-buddies-pretend-that-never-happened situation. I can see how you'd be confused. 
Props to this kid. 
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda

Dear Girl...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

A good friend of mine recently moved away. I'm fairly certain he won't keep in touch with me because he's a StupidBoy™. This makes me sad. Any advice?

-Wendy Moira Angela Darling


Dear Girl,
Many boys are horrible when it comes to maintaining long-distance contact. (Many people in general are horrible at this, but that's not your question.) There are multiple enigmatic men like this in my life--when they show up, you are the center of their attention and you remember All The Reasons You Are Friends. But they often don't show up and don't return phone calls and you just kind of stop worrying. You send texts and figure they'll end up in the void but at least you tried.
I like to make a lot of effort early on and then when I finally get ahold of them, make them feel guilty for not returning my love and affection. It's a time-honored tradition. I've got a pretty good return rate on those guilt trips.
Unless...nagging isn't your style? (I don't understand this.) I guess you could go the way of emails and Facebook messages. Friendship is a two-way street, though, so be sure to take care of yourself. If you feel like you're the only one it in, there's no rule saying you have to stay friends with everyone forever. Let him have his adventures with Tinkerbell, the slut. You deserve better. 
(There's also the possibility that your friendship will fade into an annual hookup, so, you know...there's always that. ...Just me? Anyone? Oh. OVERSHARE MONDAY.)
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda

Dear Target Audience...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

My Spam folder is hilarious. Not only is it clogged with offers for deals on Viagra and penis enlargement, I regularly get offers from a variety of online dating services: Match, eHarmony, Christian Mingle, Black People Meet, Asian Singles, and Cougar Dating.

How exactly am I on the marketing radar for any of these things?

Sincerely,
SWF, 29


Dear Target Audience,
Obviously your friends think you are pathetic and gave your email address to all those dating sites. Maybe you should take the hint.

Can't explain the penis enlargement bit, though. That's just...what the internet is for, really. 
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda