Giovanni Casanova
Master Don Juan
- Joined
- Jan 5, 2002
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- 45
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- Hiding in Penkitten's Linen Closet
This is my first post in a while, as the result of some technical difficulties. But I'm back now, and ready to share the events of the past two months.
I hate meeting chicks on the Internet. I think that goes back to the fact that several years ago, I had been talking to this girl, and I agreed to meet her in real life. She turned out to be an ugly hunchback -- kickin' it Quasimodo style -- and she was a horrible, horrible b*tch. I said "never again".
But I guess I shouldn't say "never", because I met this girl, Katey, on the Internet (not on an Internet dating site, though), and found out she lives about 35 miles away. Talked to her for a while, she's a year older than me, college graduate, seemed like she had her sh*t together. She agreed to come meet me.
First date went fine. Kiss at the end of the night. She emails me that night, wants to go out again. I agree, and she comes down again a week or so later. Over the next few weeks, she meets my friends and at one point she even meets my parents and my sister. Pretty soon she's staying over on the weekends.
But there's a problem. Something about her bothers me. I can't even quite put it into words. She's pretty smart. She's moderately attractive -- maybe a 7ish. She seems nice and everything, but I'm just not feeling it.
Then, one of my friends asks us if we're "boyfriend/girlfriend". I refuse to answer. Later that night, Katey asks me the same question, and I say that isn't what I want right now. She asks me if we're exclusive. I say no. It's like this:
ME: Well, there's one thing I want to make clear.
KATEY: What's that?
ME: I don't want anything serious right now.
KATEY: But are we boyfriend and girlfriend?
ME: No.
KATEY: But are we exclusive?
ME: No.
KATEY: But do you pledge your undying love and devotion to me for all time, forsaking all others?
ME: No.
KATEY: But --
ME: NO!!! Holy f*ck, am I not making myself completely clear?
KATEY: I'm sorry. I don't want my boyfriend to be mad.
ME: (head explodes)
But she still decides to stick around, which is fine, for a little while. But eventually I realize that I'm just wasting her time and she's wasting mine. I don't really want to be with her. The final straw came one Saturday night when we went for the Texas Hold'Em game that I play every weekend. I tell her that I've got stuff going on Sunday and that she probably shouldn't stay over. She says that she can probably go home if we aren't out too late.
During the game, I watch the clock. It starts getting close to midnight, so I excuse us so that she'll have plenty of time to get home. But when we arrive back at my place, she says that she's too tired to drive. I'm irritated.
Then she walks over to my sliding door, which I left open because it's been so nice outside here in Michigan lately. She starts to close it.
ME: What are you doing?
HER: I'm closing the door.
ME: Why?
HER: Because it might rain.
ME: So?
HER: It might rain in.
ME: No it won't. There's a balcony and a roof above it. No rain ever gets this far in.
HER: The wind might blow it.
ME: I just said the goddamn rain never gets that far in. The wind would have to be blowing strong and coming in directly from the north, which never happens.
HER (continuing to close the door): It might get cold.
ME: I don't care, it's nice.
HER: (closes and locks the door and walks away)
So I'm pissed at this point. I go over and open the door back up.
ME: You can go ahead and go to sleep. I'm not tired, so I'll stay up and maybe mess around on the computer or something.
HER: We could watch a movie.
ME: You said you were tired.
HER: I could probably watch a movie.
ME: Then you could probably drive home.
About a week later I sent her an email saying that I wasn't interested and that it wasn't going to work out between us. My friends all thought I was an assh*le for "breaking up" with her through email. My response:
- We weren't "boyfriend/girlfriend", nor were we "exclusive", so how can I "break up" with her in the first place?
- I don't want her to come all the way to my place just so that I can tell her it isn't going to work out. Then I might have a difficult time getting rid of her through all the, "But WHY!?" whining.
- I'll be damned if I'm going to drive all the way up to her place just to tell her something that a simple email will accomplish.
Thoughts/comments/feedback, anyone?
I hate meeting chicks on the Internet. I think that goes back to the fact that several years ago, I had been talking to this girl, and I agreed to meet her in real life. She turned out to be an ugly hunchback -- kickin' it Quasimodo style -- and she was a horrible, horrible b*tch. I said "never again".
But I guess I shouldn't say "never", because I met this girl, Katey, on the Internet (not on an Internet dating site, though), and found out she lives about 35 miles away. Talked to her for a while, she's a year older than me, college graduate, seemed like she had her sh*t together. She agreed to come meet me.
First date went fine. Kiss at the end of the night. She emails me that night, wants to go out again. I agree, and she comes down again a week or so later. Over the next few weeks, she meets my friends and at one point she even meets my parents and my sister. Pretty soon she's staying over on the weekends.
But there's a problem. Something about her bothers me. I can't even quite put it into words. She's pretty smart. She's moderately attractive -- maybe a 7ish. She seems nice and everything, but I'm just not feeling it.
Then, one of my friends asks us if we're "boyfriend/girlfriend". I refuse to answer. Later that night, Katey asks me the same question, and I say that isn't what I want right now. She asks me if we're exclusive. I say no. It's like this:
ME: Well, there's one thing I want to make clear.
KATEY: What's that?
ME: I don't want anything serious right now.
KATEY: But are we boyfriend and girlfriend?
ME: No.
KATEY: But are we exclusive?
ME: No.
KATEY: But do you pledge your undying love and devotion to me for all time, forsaking all others?
ME: No.
KATEY: But --
ME: NO!!! Holy f*ck, am I not making myself completely clear?
KATEY: I'm sorry. I don't want my boyfriend to be mad.
ME: (head explodes)
But she still decides to stick around, which is fine, for a little while. But eventually I realize that I'm just wasting her time and she's wasting mine. I don't really want to be with her. The final straw came one Saturday night when we went for the Texas Hold'Em game that I play every weekend. I tell her that I've got stuff going on Sunday and that she probably shouldn't stay over. She says that she can probably go home if we aren't out too late.
During the game, I watch the clock. It starts getting close to midnight, so I excuse us so that she'll have plenty of time to get home. But when we arrive back at my place, she says that she's too tired to drive. I'm irritated.
Then she walks over to my sliding door, which I left open because it's been so nice outside here in Michigan lately. She starts to close it.
ME: What are you doing?
HER: I'm closing the door.
ME: Why?
HER: Because it might rain.
ME: So?
HER: It might rain in.
ME: No it won't. There's a balcony and a roof above it. No rain ever gets this far in.
HER: The wind might blow it.
ME: I just said the goddamn rain never gets that far in. The wind would have to be blowing strong and coming in directly from the north, which never happens.
HER (continuing to close the door): It might get cold.
ME: I don't care, it's nice.
HER: (closes and locks the door and walks away)
So I'm pissed at this point. I go over and open the door back up.
ME: You can go ahead and go to sleep. I'm not tired, so I'll stay up and maybe mess around on the computer or something.
HER: We could watch a movie.
ME: You said you were tired.
HER: I could probably watch a movie.
ME: Then you could probably drive home.
About a week later I sent her an email saying that I wasn't interested and that it wasn't going to work out between us. My friends all thought I was an assh*le for "breaking up" with her through email. My response:
- We weren't "boyfriend/girlfriend", nor were we "exclusive", so how can I "break up" with her in the first place?
- I don't want her to come all the way to my place just so that I can tell her it isn't going to work out. Then I might have a difficult time getting rid of her through all the, "But WHY!?" whining.
- I'll be damned if I'm going to drive all the way up to her place just to tell her something that a simple email will accomplish.
Thoughts/comments/feedback, anyone?
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