Why I hate dating so much. Hooray, I found a somewhat normal guy. I've been dating idiots for so long that I forgot the normal pattern of dating is vastly different than my usual We-date-but-we-can't-get-enough-be-together-every-fucking-day non-relationship status.
I dated on Friday. Before, we had texted all week and he was so interesting. Our date was fun: we drank, ate, walked through the park, smoked, laughed. He could keep up. On Saturday I did not call. Good girl, I guess? He texted me to ask if I had his lighter, but nothing in depth. Sunday I texted in the afternoon to thank him for a great time. He texted back the same. Then.....nothing.
I understand girls do scare guys with the psychotic theory that girls are rabid beasts looking to tie down a man and dick-rape some babies from him. However, I don't need any babies or any white wedding bullshit. Dude, I want you to text me like we did before. Why these nonsensical games when you were cool and essentially we should just hang out??
I said ok to the date in the beginning because this guy had his head on right and is so against the societal norms he lived in a shack in Montana for three years after selling his house and leaving it 'all' behind. Amazing! My man!
I shoulda known when he mentioned GTL. Fuck. I can just hear The Situation, " Yo, give the piece a call when the milk you got now goes bad. If she ain't still waiting, on to the next groupie."
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