I went on a date with a really great guy this weekend. He was clearly a kind person, had left a cushy job at Microsoft to work on political activist projects in Seattle to try and make his own difference in the world. He was vegetarian. He was outdoorsy. He, like me, feels out of place with the new growth of wealth in the Seattle area. He longed for a more diverse community and shared my excitement about the recent election of a socialist to Seattle city council. He was unbearded and unflanneled. So many pluses!
But, per usual, I wasn't interested, so when he asked me out again I sent him a kind message assuring him that I had a good time but just didn't feel a romantic connection.
Then for the second time in a month, I received a rejection of my rejection:
"I don't usually do this but I think you should consider a second date ... We have a lot of conversational & intellectual chemistry. If you're lucky, you might learn to snowboard ;) We might also become friends. That's my 2 cents."
What the fuck?!?!? I said no! No! No! No more bad dates! No more sitting through awkward dinners where I have no chemistry with the person across from me and keep thinking about how I'd rather be rewriting my senior thesis from undergrad! I don't want to date you! MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!
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In other news, I have new dealbreakers: Alcoholism and Borderline Personality Disorder.
But, per usual, I wasn't interested, so when he asked me out again I sent him a kind message assuring him that I had a good time but just didn't feel a romantic connection.
Then for the second time in a month, I received a rejection of my rejection:
"I don't usually do this but I think you should consider a second date ... We have a lot of conversational & intellectual chemistry. If you're lucky, you might learn to snowboard ;) We might also become friends. That's my 2 cents."
What the fuck?!?!? I said no! No! No! No more bad dates! No more sitting through awkward dinners where I have no chemistry with the person across from me and keep thinking about how I'd rather be rewriting my senior thesis from undergrad! I don't want to date you! MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!
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In other news, I have new dealbreakers: Alcoholism and Borderline Personality Disorder.
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