tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401371611655508062.post4861784915305910034..comments2016-10-05T12:09:46.580-05:00Comments on How to Lose a Girl in One Date: Someday Somebody's Gonna Ask You a Question That You Should NOT Say Yes ToEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457419144920256460noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401371611655508062.post-38877533592104912672011-07-19T22:56:17.187-05:002011-07-19T22:56:17.187-05:00I've been reading this blog and not commenting...I've been reading this blog and not commenting, but I couldn't help it when I saw I got a shout out. Glad to know you and Bryan Ryan got to be such great friends. :-)<br /><br />- A -Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401371611655508062.post-33269581945335247942011-07-14T18:20:46.988-05:002011-07-14T18:20:46.988-05:00And yet you told me to date him...And yet you told me to date him...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401371611655508062.post-20123278852038599022011-07-14T00:03:53.782-05:002011-07-14T00:03:53.782-05:00E,
Sometimes, people just don’t know when, where ...E,<br /><br />Sometimes, people just don’t know when, where or how to flirt…<br /><br />So there I was, dating this great looking blond…and life was good. My cougar wounds had healed nicely. I had just moved to the DC area and was loving every minute of it.<br /><br />Now I had met this girl by proxy while we were deployed to different parts of the country. She worked with and had become best friends with my best friend, a girl named M. Though we had never met, or really communicated via anything, M had talked each of us up to other. So when it came time for M’s birthday, when we were all state side, we finally got to meet. And things went great…at first.<br /><br />Turns out we were both stationed in the DC area and were able to get something of a relationship going. The problem was, that though I was several years older, she made my catholic school boy self feel a bit out classed in the RMOS and what not category. I had no issues with this as I had been deployed for 15 months and can't say I was terribly picky at this point…but apparently her extensive proficiency in this area was soooo not ok to joke about. <br /><br />One day, after we had been dating for a few weeks on the way back from church of all things, we started playing the “would you rather game.” I had never played before, but picked it up pretty fast. The game went back and forth with some very ridiculous dilemmas and I held my own, until I started getting flirty. <br /><br />I started taking the questions down a completely shameless and scandalous road. Unfortunately, I had no sense what’s so ever of boundaries. I’ll keep this PG, but my last “would you rather” question involved a pinecone, AstroTurf and may have implied a vast “experience,” with which she could draw on for her answer. While I thought I was being playfully cute, she did not. (We all know whose opinion is the only opinion that matters at a time like this.) Next thing I know I’m literally being thrown out of the apartment grabbing, clothes and keys as I leave, ne’er to return again….or so I thought. <br /><br />When I was at the elevator, and had just finished dressing, she calls my name, sandwich/pizza-less of course, and is like, “Are you really just going to leave like that?” I’m thinking, that you just threw me out of your apartment in my boxers; so, yeah, I’m really just going to leave like that. <br /><br />(Once I write someone off, they’re pretty much dead to me. Throwing me out like that was the quickest way to a one way ticket to, never going to talk to you again, ever, status.)<br /><br />But, I said in fairly calm, if not curt voice, “Yeah.” She replied that I should come back in and we could talk about it…now this was a 180-degree flip from the “get the hell out” that the rest of the apartment complex and I had just got done hearing. (As I was walking back to her place, I couldn’t help but hear Admiral Akbar’s warning in the back of my head: “It’s a trap!”) However, I went back to hear her out. Once I was back in her apartment, we apologized to each other for our rash/rude comments.<br /><br />Now it was getting later in the day and I had promised my sister that I would hang out with her and her family that afternoon. This girl did not want to hear that. As a result, she tried to “flirt” using all her womanly, eh hem, “charm” to keep me from going. I was on the event horizon looking into a vortex of crazy, with the worse “would you rather ever” before me: afternoon delight with pure crazy or back to an undetermined amount of celebrant time that would be free of drama. <br /><br />I walked away. As I have said before, I have done crazy and a croquet mallet to the face had taught me “that no matter how hot the blond is, there is some guy some where that is tired of putting up with her shit. “<br /><br />The next day I fell down the eHarmony rabbit hole. <br /><br />~MarkAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com