How does one go from meeting someone; having great conversations via phone, email, and text; developing a great vibe, a seemingly good connection; and then spend time with that person and say, “WTF happened?”
Well, I’m trying to figure that out myself. Without putting said person on blast (too much), I’ll try to be as polite as I can be. I’ll form a list of sorts of things I found to be deal breakers.
Girl buys first round of drinks. After drinks are over, he does not ask if girl wants another drink.
Girl is considered a strong, independent, and assertive person, which was said to be a very attractive quality, and then some how gets lumped into the “typical woman” category and endures the tirade of men vs. women issues.
Boy plays himself up to be Mr. Worldly and socially conscious and then announces, he’s homophobic, and my gay friends wouldn’t be warmly received (read: don’t bring them around me). Artists (painters, sculptors, and writers, etc.) have issues or are sick. This I have to explain…Painters and sculptors who create obscure pieces are sick. Why? Because he feels that the painter or sculptor has some deep issues or repressed problems that are being manifested in their works. Writers (according to him) follow a like way of being. If someone writes about sex/erotica, then they can be considered highly sexed or sexually deviant. Conversely he contradicts himself by saying it’s an expression of how one feels at the time; while never considering that many writers are or can write on demand. Furthermore, writing is CREATIVE and allows one to stretch the framework of their mind in order to magnify their writing capabilities.
Boy seems to have a black/white way of thinking without considering the shades of grey.
Considers himself to be romantic, yet says/does things to focus the attention on himself and/or fish for compliments.
Boy tells girl she’s a great person; a little rough around the edges, but with smoothing would be perfect.
Boy has a chauvinistic attitude and when challenged tries to play it off by saying, “I was just playing”.
Boys alleges to be all man, but his game is like Swiss cheese.
Okay, so now you have a cliff note version of some of the things I endured and now you can put your two cents in.