>Return of the Manwhore
>”Omigosh! You’ll never guess what I found out happened at the game Friday night!” My 15-year-old said dramatically as we were cleaning up the kitchen after dinner.
“What?”
“Gina made out with Trevor!”
I knew Gina well, but…
“Trevor?”
“You know!” 15 said impatiently. “The Manwhore!”
“Ohhhhh.” Now I could put a name with a… nickname. “The guy who tries to sleep with as many girls as he can.”
“Yep.”
“Ewwwwwww!”
“I know! I told her I couldn’t believe she kissed him!”
“So are they, like, dating now?”
“Well, he told her today that he liked her, and she told him she wanted to take things slow. And then he said, ‘How slow?”
“Ewwwww!” I thought for a second, then said mock seriously, “You know I’m going to have to tell Gina’s mother about this.”
“No!” 15 yelped. “You can’t!”
“I’m just kidding!”
Still, I’ve been laughing to myself all morning imagining the conversation. I know Gina’s mom fairly well through various school events, so it would be nothing for me to call her up on the phone.
“Hello, Amelia? It’s Lindsay Ferrier. I’m afraid I have some disturbing news for you.”
“What?”
“I have it on good authority that your daughter has been making out with a Manwhore.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT A MANWHORRRRREEEE!”
Why am I telling you all this? Well, there are plenty of movies and songs and books and blog posts that evoke the bittersweetness of first love. But when’s the last time you thought of your first Manwhore?
There. Now don’t you feel better?
>My daughter has been banned from kissing boys until she’s 30. We won’t be having this problem. (I know I’m deluding myself, but please don’t ruin it for me, k?)
>OK, I won’t bust your bubble, interstellarlass, but I tried that one too.*cue visual of tounge being bitten*
>Oh, i can remember my first manwhore purr-fectly like it was yesterday-You want names? I got em!ps-season premiere of Gilmore girls is tonite- I think…
>Hee. Ah, my first manwhore – it’s true that I hadn’t thought of him in a long while. Of course, when I was trying to think back, I realized that a lot of my guy friends were manwhores – to think that each of them was probably someone’s first! Sweet memories …
>There are ManwhoresThere are Manwhore wannabesDon’t leave much room for “those others”Don’t fool yourself
>My kindergartner told me yesterday that he holds hands with a girl at his table sometimes, and that she’s his girlfriend. Um, hello? But really, I’m curious, since you deal with teenagers regularly: When do you get involved in something such as you mentioned? I mean, if it’s a known fact that the MW is out to sleep with as many girls as he can, and we’re talking about minors here, I might want to mention it to the girl’s mom. What’s your philosophy on this sort of thing?
>It would have to be a serious, serious issue for me to tell the mom, simply because as tough as it is to not tell, I don’t want to lose my stepdaughters’ trust. This particular case is a non-issue- I would never tell a mom about a manwhore, unless it came up generally. But yes, there are a few times I have told a parent or teacher about an issue, when I felt the child’s personal safety was absolutely at risk. It has to be dire, though.
>Erick venta. It was the summer before I entered 9th grade he probably was going to be a sophmore or junior. One night at skateland he asked for my number a week before he was seeing my friend and a week before that he was seeing a guy in my class’s sister. He was handsome and I was flattered.( Parents never let your teens have access to bedrooms in walk out basements. I had a friend spend the night and he and a friend came over. Needless to say he said if I didnt coninue to do more than make out with him he was leaving. I said goodbye then as he was leaving he was trying to be all loud to get me in trouble but he did go. After that he continued to go after every other girl I knew…
>Speaking as the mother to multitudes or teens, I say that at 15, a girl has the right to her privacy, and we’re only talking kissing here. They are not toddlers any more, and some learning has to happen through experience, much as parents want to save them pain. Also, at 15, they do have a certain (though limited) amount of brains, and should be allowed to make their own (within limits) decisions.However, if I did know the mother, I might just casually mention this boy’s name in passing as a male skank. It could very well be that the mother in question already knows, and has decided to let her daughter have a small (and bitter) taste of reality. If she doesn’t know, she may be grateful for the info.I do remember being very grateful when the mother of one of my daughter’s friends informed me that the sleepover party – to which I had given my then-fourteen-year-old permission to attend – was in fact a co-ed sleepover party. (What were the parents THINKING???)So, as ST says, it’s a matter of discretion.
>His name was David and he thought kissing was better when there was more saliva. It was funny that his last name was Hoover. It wasn’t pleasant mopping the lower half of my face off after every kiss. I’m glad it only lasted a few weeks.First love? Um, no.
>Then he proceeded to date all the girls on my softball team. Of course, by the time he got past the second girl, they all knew what a horrible kisser he was. Don’t know about those other bases, though. I know I wasn’t interested.
>I was dating “hot-but-dumb” (requirement for a proper manwhore), knowing that it wasn’t going anywhere because, hello, dumb.We broke up after 3 months because his ex told him she was knocked up. I was 15, they were 17. My parents and friends thought I’d dodged quite the bullet there – I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I was using him for his car.I think that makes me the whore…
>Mine was a hot Italian dude, with biceps like Arnie’s. Yummy.Still, a manwhore is a manwhore.Now I worry that I may be raising one. So I’m extra viligant to ensure he respects women and feelings….
>I see this as a problem…I would tell the mother for the girls sake because if this guy is meesing around with so many girls then what is to say he does have a sexual desease. Hiv or herpes or something that he can give this girl or maybe others…..just my thoughts on this isssue
>I hope Gina’s mom doesn’t read here 😉
>Oh my god, when I was in high school there was this guy (the first guy I ever dated, actually, and the only other guy I dated other than my husband) who was a total dork. But he was convinced that he was a mack-daddy, and one day brought over 30 long-stemmed roses and gave them to the most popular girls “to brighten their day.” Talk about a manwhore-in-training; THANK GOD I only dated him for like 6 weeks in ninth grade and was totally unconnected to him at the time of this incident. I would have died.
>At least his reputation precedes him and the girls are onto his game. Doesn’t mean some won’t play along, but you need a program to tell the playas.
>my manwhore. wow. he was an asshole in so many ways I don’t know where to begin. how about manipulitive, violent, self centered, idiotic… yeah, that’s just a few.ugh.and yes momslo, GG is tonight. 🙂
>My first manwhore shoved his tongue so far down my throat, I’m pretty sure he licked my spleen clean. ACK!
>I think all of mine were manwhores. I’m was such a vixen ;-)Too bad my daughters will be going someplace they don’t allow such things…the convent.
>Why do Manwhores get such a bad rap? Think of it as a quest to find Miss. Right. That requires going out with a lot of women. You don’t want to settle down with the first woman you meet, then you’ll always wonder. It takes research, study, thought, lube. It’s my hope that my son waits to settle down until he’s older. Let him live his life, sow some wild oats, then think about marriage. My daughter on the other hand will enjoy life in a monastery (what’s safer than being surrounded by gay men). I have very high double standards.
>His name was Todd and I was using him to make another guy jealous. It worked really well as Todd was supposed to be there to go out with the other guy’s sister…so I saved her and I didn’t do anything with him.I also got to embarass him by dumping him in front of all his friends that I’m sure he told I was gonna do it. So if he told them that I already had the dumping in public would have led them to believe that he wasn’t any good.
>I seriously could have gone the rest of my life without thinking about my first manwhore again. Ugh.
>First manwhore: Craig Sinclair. 37 kisses at the back of the old don dorrigo gazette theatre, circa 1982.there, names have been named. Satisfied?