So I went out an let my hair down. Long story short, I hooked up with someone, and gave them my number, expecting to meet up with him sometime during the week and finish what we started.
Good plan huh? One teensy, tiny problem. I bumped into his randomly in Westfield last night. And we went for coffee. Then we went and sat in the park for a bit and watched the cats, and talked. About his ex. Alot. Then he told me about every girl he's been with since then.
- Guys, take note. Talking about your ex is not good first date conversation. Going into detail about the whole relationship, not a good idea.
- Guys, take note. First dates are for assessing chemistry, not planning futures.
I don't do prejudice. Full stop. Exclamation mark, exclamation mark, exclamation mark.
- Guys, take note. If you want to have sex with a girl, be flexible with your statements. She may not be flexible with hers, and you want to keep her happy.
- Guys, take note. DO NOT DO THIS!!!!
Seriously, I'd prefer SR, in all of his indifferent c*ntishness, to this clingy, racist bugger.