GrrrrrrRRrRRrrrr

Ok, I totally agree, but really, do you have to be so blunt.

How to change a man's mind from adoring you to having him run away and calling for his Mummy in 5 hours... It's an artform, but embarrassingly simple. Say everything he doesn't want to hear. Crush all his one-sided notions about your character and who you really are. Confirm on every turn you're not the relationship kind of girl and honestly you can go without having sex for 2,5 years and not blink an eye. Especially that last little detail will do the trick quite nicely. And mostly act your little heart out. I really did miss my calling.

I liked the guy to start with, but there is something about that Droopy eyed-like look. Those long gazing stares and the feeling of that oh so feared pedestal growing and gaining hight with every damn second, that just drives me bonkers everytime. How come they refuse to see me for who I really am. It's frustrating and confusing. All those preconceptions make me want to scream my head off, instead I do all of the above. I find it unnerving that someone who has only met me once thinks he knows me to the bone. That just brings out the She-Devil in me. And she is not nice, though she looks stunning in red...

But let's end where I started. After a French movie and a reasonable diner, the man looks me straight in the eyes and tells me that he doesn't believe that we could make it as a couple, we would break up eventually in a few years so why start. And oh, oh, I was so like his ex. What? My thoughts hadn't run past the "Hello" stage and mister "I know it all" was already light years ahead.

Now if I'm honest I was thinking that I liked him, but I didn't feel any click what so ever, the Droopy eyes and preconceptions didn't help. But man oh man. Do you have to be so blunt. At least I had the decency to hold my tongue and wait it out a bit. First impressions can be deceiving, I've learned that much. But nooooo, just spit it out, get it of your chest and be done with it. So here I am, spitting fire behind my computer, while really, I got my way. How infuriatingly confusing it is, to be a person with Oestrogen running through her vains. Really who thought of that practical joke... God is definitively NOT a woman.