I don't date
So, I met this guy a few weeks ago. He's an architect, young and way too cute for me. He's from the east coast but has a European accent. What more could I ask for? Well, for one, I could ask that he return phone calls. You know, I just don't date. I hate the whole idea of it. I'm so tired of meeting someone, think they are really great and then realizing that they just aren't that into me. Story of my life. I don't like the game anymore. I'm too old for that crap. And of course I meet someone that I think is cool just before I decide to move. What's the point? I just don't know. I think the universe is playing some cruel joke on me.
and then there's the guy I met in Houston over Easter weekend. He text messages me at least three times a day and has called my twice a week since we meet. He's really nice and okay looking, but I have some suspicion about someone who is so aggressive. He's already talking about comming to visit me once i'm settled in dallas.
I just don't know. the guy i want to call, doesn't. and then there's the guy that calls too much.
and this is why i don't date. it's way to confusing. gay dating for me is like being in the 8th grade only with credit card debit and a better hair cut.
and then there's the guy I met in Houston over Easter weekend. He text messages me at least three times a day and has called my twice a week since we meet. He's really nice and okay looking, but I have some suspicion about someone who is so aggressive. He's already talking about comming to visit me once i'm settled in dallas.
I just don't know. the guy i want to call, doesn't. and then there's the guy that calls too much.
and this is why i don't date. it's way to confusing. gay dating for me is like being in the 8th grade only with credit card debit and a better hair cut.


1 Comments:
At 6/27/2006 1:06 PM,
Rey a.k.a. "Mr. Secret" said…
I totally hear you on that... the guys you want never want you and the guys you could never see yourself with are the guys who are relentless. Happened to me in SF this past weekend... I thought one guy was very cute but he had no use for me, yet the short scary guy who was into me would not leave me alone. I ran into him at the Pride Parade too - imagine that, over of millions of people, I run into HIM and he followed me for a few minutes before he realized I wasn't interested.
One day it'll all make sense. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.
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