Last night I had two dates. Not the two I thought I had, but two nonetheless. First one was OK. Second one was awful. I left him at the bar with a full beer. I was finished. I had no desire at all to sit there and make small talk with this man who turned me off in every way. Perhaps if the cute bartender had stayed, but I digress....
Today I had a date with the actuary. I was kinda looking forward to it. But after 5 hours I started to get pissy. I just wanted him gone. I wanted him to go home so I could sit in front of the TV and watch football, drink wine, fall asleep, blog - anything but be with him.
I refuse to spend an evening in a way I don't want to spend it. If he had stayed I would have been miserable. He would have felt it. No one would have been happy and it would have been a perfectly good Saturday down the drain.
I have been unhappy enough in my life that I refuse to do it again. And I refuse to apologize.
If being a bitch means knowing what I want - then I'm the biggest bitch on earth.
Take care, dear readers.
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