End of June, 2013
Up until now, and going forward, all of my stories have been happy, humorous, and/or hilarious - depending on your level of coolness. But this one... This one is where I learned my lesson because this one is about a total fucking asshole. Don't pardon my language.
I will keep this short because really, I don't want to waste anyone else's time on this d-bag (my friend Juli says saying that word is immature, but it applied to her lame date, and it certainly applies here). We met online, met up at a bar, and had a grand ol' time. He traveled for work, said he'd fly me to SF for the weekend and that I should come to his cabin in the San Juan's for the 4th. See, nice at first.
After a few weeks we tried to, well, you know what. But someone wasn't up for it, if you know what I mean. And you do. Fast forward to hours before we were set to leave, he calls and says he's having second thoughts. I agreed because really, things weren't perfect (he sort of annoyed me). I asked what he was thinking and he said, 'well... I'm not attracted to you. I know how hard you've worked, and you're almost there. But you're not attractive yet.'
Excuse me, you old ass, living in a shitty apartment, with your stupid upside down triangle shaped/out of shape body, small penised, horrible boss, stupid face...? Did you really just say that? Well fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Luckily, I had met a cool guy the weekend before who thought I was gorgeous and couldn't wait to spend the 4th me. Turns out this asshole did me a favor, because next up was Jordan (#2).
P.S. Here is me in my 'unattractive, not there yet' stage:
