And by “rejected,” I mean, “not slept with.”
There’s this girl. She’s punkish. Extremely intelligent. Kind. Funny. Compassionate. Six feet tall. Pretty. Nice nay-nays (even without a bra - she’s punkish, remember?). Great legs. Incredible ass.
A few months ago, we had a drunken make-out session.
I know for a fact that she’s really in to me. As in, her friends told me she’s in to me. Her ex-boyfriend-kinda-hates-my-guts-now she’s in to me.
I went out for a couple of post-homework drinks this evening. I ran in to her. She just got a new tattoo, and was having a couple drinks herself. She was hopped up on endorphins and red wine. Chatty. We talked for a couple of hours. Great conversation. She did the whole use-your-barstool-as-my-footstool-and-casually-press-my-leg-against-yours thing. While we were talking about how we lost our respective virginities.
Did I mention she has nice legs?
I know you’re thinking “Damn the torpedoes, man! Into the breach!”
Here’s the problem: she has dreadlocks. A great, snakey, multi-year-project mound of dreadlocks. Not the neatish kind of dreads that naturally-kiny-haired folk can grow, but the deliberately sloppy-looking kind of dreads that only come from being a fair-and-straight-haired white person with a whole lot of patience and beeswax.
This is, without a doubt, the dumbest reason I have ever had for not having sex and/or a relationship with someone. If she had straight hair, I’d go out with her. If she had short hair, I’d go out with her. If she had a perm or an afro, I’d go out with her. If she shaved her head, I’d at least sleep with her. Whenever I think about sleeping with her and her dreads, I worry about being condemned to serve for eternity aboard the Flying Dutchman.
And I feel like an ass because of it. I mean, I like being her friend. But I know that she wants more. And I’d go for more if it weren’t for her fucking hairstyle.
Gah.
So, in order to make me feel like less of a douche, give me the dumbest reason you have for rejecting somebody who was otherwise great.
Or, feel free to tell me what an idiot I am.