had the most anger-inducing date (to date)
You know when you say yes to a subsequent date because they were just SO nice you feel bad about saying no? Well. I should have said, "Haha no, thanks for playing! Here's your coffee mug consolation prize." Instead I said yes, and the following ensued.
It really boils down to 3 things he said which pissed me off beyond belief:
1. "What are you thinking about?"
Now. It wasn't so much what he said so much as how many times he said it and the number of times he said it (which was 4 times in the span of 10 minutes). The first time he asked this question earned him a befuddled smile and a, "Oh, not really anything." The third time he asked, this went through my head.
When he asked a forth time, I returned with, "Not much, what are you thinking about?"
"Oh, I'm just thinking about how pretty you are."
Maybe he mistook my expression of disbelief and WTF as enthralment at his compliment. Clearly I had been hoping for too much in thinking that this guy had two thoughts in his head to rub together.
2. "I understand."
"What do you understand?" I asked, confused.
"I understand that you have a lot of barriers around you getting into a relationship," he said kindly.
Whoa. WHOA, there, buddy. You don't know me. This is the second time I've met you. We've exchanged the bare minimum of words to be considered acquaintances. JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU GET OFF ON TELLING ME YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME.
3. "What'll it take?"
On its own, this question seems innocuous enough. He looked like he was working up the courage to ask me something big. I had a gut feeling about where this was leading, since the conversation had steered quite distinctly into the direction of sex. He looked slightly uncomfortable, but I goaded him anyways. I wanted to see if he had the balls. Which was a little unfair of me, because I planned to judge him negatively either way. Either he didn't have the guts to say what was on his mind or he was about to ask me a question that I did not want to answer.
After a lot of back-and-forth, mostly with me teasingly asking if it would make it easier for him to ask if I didn't make eye contact, he finally asked, "Have you ever been intimate with anyone?"
If you haven't figured it out by now, "What'll it take?" was the follow-up question.
I was at a loss for words and doing a good impression of a fish gasping for air. In the end, it was a stammered, "I...I don't know?"
Of course, I've since figured that question out for myself. Because I'm a mature adult and I answer the hard questions in life. (Jokes, I just eat cookies all day and make ice cream sandwiches to get my coworkers fat.)
BONUS ROUND: Did it hurt the first time?
This was a beauty of a question. I stared at him, disbelieving what I heard. Because no one asks this in any context other than, "Did it hurt the first time you had sex?"
"The first time you had your heart broken," he clarified.
MFW.
It really boils down to 3 things he said which pissed me off beyond belief:
1. "What are you thinking about?"
Now. It wasn't so much what he said so much as how many times he said it and the number of times he said it (which was 4 times in the span of 10 minutes). The first time he asked this question earned him a befuddled smile and a, "Oh, not really anything." The third time he asked, this went through my head.
When he asked a forth time, I returned with, "Not much, what are you thinking about?"
"Oh, I'm just thinking about how pretty you are."
Maybe he mistook my expression of disbelief and WTF as enthralment at his compliment. Clearly I had been hoping for too much in thinking that this guy had two thoughts in his head to rub together.
2. "I understand."
"What do you understand?" I asked, confused.
"I understand that you have a lot of barriers around you getting into a relationship," he said kindly.
Whoa. WHOA, there, buddy. You don't know me. This is the second time I've met you. We've exchanged the bare minimum of words to be considered acquaintances. JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU GET OFF ON TELLING ME YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME.
3. "What'll it take?"
On its own, this question seems innocuous enough. He looked like he was working up the courage to ask me something big. I had a gut feeling about where this was leading, since the conversation had steered quite distinctly into the direction of sex. He looked slightly uncomfortable, but I goaded him anyways. I wanted to see if he had the balls. Which was a little unfair of me, because I planned to judge him negatively either way. Either he didn't have the guts to say what was on his mind or he was about to ask me a question that I did not want to answer.
After a lot of back-and-forth, mostly with me teasingly asking if it would make it easier for him to ask if I didn't make eye contact, he finally asked, "Have you ever been intimate with anyone?"
If you haven't figured it out by now, "What'll it take?" was the follow-up question.
I was at a loss for words and doing a good impression of a fish gasping for air. In the end, it was a stammered, "I...I don't know?"
Of course, I've since figured that question out for myself. Because I'm a mature adult and I answer the hard questions in life. (Jokes, I just eat cookies all day and make ice cream sandwiches to get my coworkers fat.)
BONUS ROUND: Did it hurt the first time?
This was a beauty of a question. I stared at him, disbelieving what I heard. Because no one asks this in any context other than, "Did it hurt the first time you had sex?"
"The first time you had your heart broken," he clarified.
MFW.
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