I think I am going to be a perpetual dater for the rest of my life. I've come to terms with that and I'm OK with it.
I went on a date with this guy last week. I instantly knew he was not the guy for me and I decided that after that date there would be no other. I systematically ignored his phone calls and texts. I was brilliant in the art of avoidance if I say so myself.
That was until yesterday. I was walking around Walmart picking up a few things and my phone rings. Now you all know how it is when you are caught off guard. I reached in my purse to retrieve my phone to see who it was that was calling and before it could register that it was loser guy my brain somehow told my finger to press the Talk button. There I was...stuck. I immediately screamed DAMN in my head like 50 times. No seriously, I did.
He was asking me why I never called and why I ignored his text. He asked if he did something wrong to turn me off, was it his looks that turned me off, he wanted to know. Do men really do this? How could I tell this man that I had zero interest in him, that he was butt ass ugly and he would NEVER get anywhere near my lips let alone any of my other body parts? I couldn't tell him that without hurting his feelings so I did what any self respecting coward would do, I lied. I told him that he was fine and that there was nothing wrong with him and I was just busy with work. To further drive home this lie I agreed to go out with him tonight. Yeah, I'm good.
We went to see The Hangover. Can I just say that this was the funniest movie I have seen in a very long time. I also must say that during the entire time I was watching this movie I was calculating all the ways I could violate Bradley Cooper. That man could get it all day every day and twice on Sunday. That's all I have to say about that. Wow!
You know you are on a date that is going no where when you are lusting after another guy the entire time and putting him in hundreds of compromising positions in your head over and over and over and over again.
I wonder if I can block loser guy's number without him knowing it.
Oh well, I have another date with a new guy tomorrow night. Wish me luck.
Labels: Dating, insanity, Thoughts