BAWK!
I chickened out by 9:30, due in no small part to Ruxpin's rather persuasive commentary on all the things that can happen to girls who meet strangers in public places and are never seen again. Hmph.
I was not hard to sell on that notion. I am just not terribly interested in meeting strange guys. Especially ones who beg and argue when I say I can't make it. That is not a good sign. I'd rather talk first and maybe nothing later.
It's hard, because I force myself to make connections with people. I am not interested in meeting men, or women, for that matter. But I can't disregard every guy who talks to me, based solely on the fact that he is not a particular person. That is wrong, and not very fair. Especially when that particular person doesn't have any use for the likes of me.
We all know whom I'm referring to, don't we? It's no mystery.
So I force myself to give chances to the ones who take the time to talk to me. I don't know why I don't want to, so I assume it's my desire to cling to one I can't have. I have become one of those girls. Yeesh.
The other thing that really sucks is what I was telling Ruxpin today. If I date within my age group and my race, I'm dating a prime suspect for being a serial killer. Oh, that's just great! Fuck it. I'll be single for-fucking-ever.
No, Rasputin: I'm not going to meet a nice boy at church. Gawd.
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