He looked at me like I had the plague and pushed himself back from me. "I don't think I can date you," he said.
If you, my readers, are wondering why I'm talking about old dates and old stories...by request, I'm writing about these old stories before putting my dating life and quite possibly, this dating blog, to rest.
I would have respected him more, if he had just owned up to his job. If you're embarrassed by what you do, change it. If you don't like what you're doing. Change it. Change jobs. I disliked the fact that he was willing to let some 10-letter word (management) change his story.
When I used to cry my eyes out over some douchebag that hurt me back in the day...I was secretly wishing that I'd become this cold-hearted bitch that could set aside my emotions and just sex it up, having fun. My friends were doing it...why couldn't I?
While I've clearly stated I don't care to date anyone (at the moment), it hasn't stopped guys from asking me out and/or guys being douchebags. It also hasn't stopped the ridiculous emails that I get on a daily basis and the crazies that keep finding me.