I met a boy! Yep, you read that correctly, I met a boy. I'm not as thrilled as that sounded however. He is the one that prompted that previous post over here.
Anyway, we'll call him Mr. Eager. Mr, Eager is a sweet, considerate, attentive, handsome man. The problem you ask? He talks to damn much.
He wants to talk every day, 60 times a day about nothing. When he's not talking to me he is texting me. He can rattle on about nothing for hours and I'm left on the phone wanting to cut my ears off and burn them.
He will ask me a question and before I can even answer he chimes in with something else he just has to tell me.
In addition, he says things like, "tooken" as in "took-in". Who says that? Who does not know that the word is "taken"? Seriously?
If he could just keep his mouth shut we just might have a shot. Is it too much to ask that he never talks? I'm just saying.
Labels: Dating, insanity, Mr Eager