Friday, January 8, 2010

wet octopus guy

So I was dating this guy and it was going REALLY BADLY.

We went on a first date, and I did not like it, the one involving a small dog in a christmas sweater, for all the many loyal readers out there. But he asked me out again, and maybe one date is not all the chance one should give a person, so I went out again.

And I still didn't like him.

After the second date so I was just going to let it fizzle when the guy says he has bought us tickets to an event so I feel like I have to go. And I am planning to tell him that I do not want to continue to date him because he is not picking up on subtle hints such as: not letting him hold my hand, not letting him kiss me, not picking up his calls, telling him it is hard for us to see each other since he is doing grad school and lives an hour and a half away.

So I told him, and he screamed at me in a bar. And everyone looked at us. I said that it was not him, it was just that I was not feeling the chemistry and that he was not what I was looking for, but he was a very nice guy and best of luck to him. And he said "Good bye, good-luck it is whatever the F*** it is you are looking for."

chalvry is not dead yet, ladies. Do not give up hope. And I will continue to hope I never run into this gentleman is a professional setting because I am sure that I will have some important body part that I will miss "accidently" amputated.

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