Ok, I went on date #2 with the new guy. We will call him Photo Dude. Photo Dude is a good tennis player and a good pool player so as we were walking around the mall we decided that this would be a great time for him to give me a pool lesson as I suck royally at pool. It just so happens that there is a Dave and Busters right there in the mall! What are the chances? So we enter D & B and thus begin my pool lesson. I must admit, Photo Dude is a really, really good pool player. Better then any other guy that has ever tried to teach me to play. I was impressed.
After the lesson we decided to sit at the bar and just chit chat for a bit. This is where things get really interesting. We inevitably begin to talk about the differences between men and women.
Photo Dude was trying to convince me that it was inherently ingrained in the male DNA to cheat and that it is extremely difficult for a man to not cheat. He says the chances of getting caught are so rare that it outweighs the consequence. Huh?
Does he realize he’s telling the woman he is supposed to be interested in and wooing that men will cheat and there is nothing we can do about it? Yeah, that just makes me want to just jump right into your arms and declare my undying love buddy. Sweet!
I said to him, “You do realize you are making a great argument for never getting married right?” He says, “Yeah, I know.” Then tries his best to back peddle out of the hole he had dug for himself.
Yeah, I want to get involved with a self proclaimed cheater.