So I’m spectacularly good at attracting men I have no interest in. If you ever need a clan of 23 year old boys or beta males, send me out into the wild and I’ll come back with, like, 20 of them. So when I met an adult male, I thought that was pretty swell. He’s a grown up, not bad looking, plus I had fun talking to him, so I agreed to meet him the following day for something I suppose one could call a date. We meet at a place near me, and while nothing bad happened, I wasn’t feeling the magic. When it’s time to go home it’s raining cats and dogs, and since I live on the pretty far edges of my city, it’s tough to hail a cab on a school night. So considering he was nice, didn’t have an umbrella, and it was pouring, I invited him to call a cab from my apt (I know…) and hang out where it’s warm and dry while he waited. I know, I know! I was trying to be nice! So I’m not one to beat around the bush, I’m not one to mislead, and so I made it very clear to him that while I understand whenever a date invites you up for any reason (to meet her cat, to check out her art collection, to watch that movie she was telling you about), it’s a poorly veiled excuse to make with the funny business, but this was NOT the case. The case here is he’s been cool beans and I didn’t want to have him standing in the pouring rain with no umbrella waiting for a cab for 15 min. He says he understands fully and thanks me for being nice about it.
So! You can guess what happened next. When he got in, instead of calling for a cab and getting the hell out of there, he wants to look around, shoot the shit, he asked me for a tour. Annoying. This is not the Playboy Mansion; this is a one bedroom apartment. There’s a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom that you’re never going to see. So after getting the 10 second grand tour, he plops down on the couch, makes with the small talk, makes with touching me which I immediately shut down, and does NOT make with calling the cab. After about 10 minutes of this, I say to him “You should call a cab now.” He pretends as if the idea had somehow slipped his mind (:rolleyes:), then goes back to what he was doing before, which was flirting with me and not calling the fucking taxi. Then he starts trying to kiss me, I back away, he keeps trying, then I make with an extremely bitchy “NO.” And then he looks irritated! With me! So I says to him, “Um, I thought I made it pretty clear that inviting you here was only so that you didn’t have to stand outside in the rain. I made a point of painstakingly disabusing you of the notion that anything --anything at all-- would happen other than you staying dry while you wait for a ride.” Come on, man. So he says, “If you want to tell me to get lost, just say so.”
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Get lost, motherfucker! Even after this, he keeps dicking around. There’s still more obnoxious flirting and trying to paw me. Get out, already! So I say “Do you need me to call the cab? Because I’ll call a cab for you if you can’t do that.” I then start going through my phone, fixing to make the call my damn self, when he finally gets with the fucking program, calls a cab, then leaves. Shit, even then I was too nice. I should have just thrown him out and let his sorry ass stand in the rain. Jesus fucking Christ. You try to be nice to someone…
And this is why I hate everybody.