Let me just go ahead and put it out there on here ONLY because it'd be unbecoming to tattoo it to my forehead:
My desire to be in a relationship pales in comparison to my unwillingness to date you.
Seriously. I think maybe I've gotten to that age where men just assume that if I'm single, I must be desperate to be in a relationship, so therefore, I'd be willing to settle for them.
But I'm not. Desperate. Or willing to settle. Ever.
I realize that this may make me seem like a bad word, but, umm, I don't give a rat's.
See, I bring all of this up because of something disturbing that happened to me on Thursday night. I was passing time in a bookstore between social engagements, holed up in the Religion section reading the intros of some books, when I noticed this skinny dude skulk by me a time or four. (FYI - I don't find skulkers attractive....do you?!). I was hoping against hope that skulker-boy wouldn't skulk my way....which of course means he did. He then proceeded to engage me in conversation for a full ten minutes BECAUSE I'M TOO FRIENDLY TO BE MEAN TO PEOPLE (and for some reason I can't easily get past the whole "divine appointment for furthering the Kingdom" part of human interaction) and he wouldn't take the hint the four times I said "Well, I really need to get going..." He just kept shaking my hand. Asked for my phone number. Violated me with his eyes a time or twelve. It was an altogether gross, icky, icky, icky, ack experience! I'm still recovering.
Maybe I'm wearing a sandwich board that says "Nice girl who will appear to give you the time of day instead of outright rejection (even though you have nothing in common and no way to claim her rather particular heart)" or maybe I'm just unattractive enough for them to think they have a chance or maybe it's really that they've just finally gotten desperate enough to spew crappy-@ss game all over every girl they come across, I don't know, but I'm sick of it. It's no more Ms. Nice Girl.
There was a time back in the day when I would have shutdown their attempts by simply asking a revealing/foundational question like "So, where do you go to church?" or "How do you feel about country music?". No solid church involvement, no country love? Then it was Auf Wiedersehen. Au revoir. Step off sucka'. I don't care if it's a small, small world. Good bye boy!
Those were good times. Smart times. And I'm now going to hail them from the past and into the present. Guys, you get five seconds of hope and then I'm squashing it. Hard.
Okay, vent session done. Good day.