That and Mr. NiceGuy turned into Mr. DoucheBag and that left me wondering if I'd ever be able to tell the difference between "a nice guy" from a "I'm-really-just-a-douchebag-charmer-but-I-play-nice-for-about-amonth-or-so-while-you-fall-for-me-and-then-show-my-true-colors-and-turn-into-Mr.Asshole."
I do…
I think my eyes popped out of my head. And maybe my va-jay-jay popped out too. At that moment, my invisible chastity belt hung on for dear life. Really dude? We hadn’t even had sex yet…and here he was talking about wanting to get me pregnant. Uh. Negative. No way. No effin’ way!
age ain’t nothin’ but a number…yeah right!
Anyways...being the sweetheart that I am, I kindly wrote the poor guy a message stating that while I was very flattered, I would not be able to date him, as he was too young, and wished him luck on his endeavors of finding the one.
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