Just received late-night but honest dumping from the one-date wonder. He called me "frighteningly observant, inquisitive and honest" or something. Who fucking uses the word frighteningly? Is that REALLY necessary? I knew this is what would happen, and I actually told him he would hit it off with this other person. I think my weak power of clairvoyance bothered both of us but you could really pad a note a little. I appreciate honesty from guys, but there's a line. I still have some feelings for the love of Pete. And true, he could have not sent a note, but I knew anyway. In addition to my day of tears and job rejections I now have a wounded ego and bruised heart. He also said, "I really don't want to romantically see you at all." Like I'm going to not take no for an answer and come after him. It must be b/c I'm "frightening." He then offered some watered down friends supplement, like I want to hang out with that. Bitch, please. I hate that, when I know how things are going to go. It makes me wonder if I'm in control of changing my outcomes or if I'm just blindly following someone else's plan.
Fuck, I shouldn't be dating at all. Good reminder. Anything else now? Maybe I can go to a movie and have my pants unexpectedly fall down in front of 100 people. Oh, I know - how about I'll just set up a stand and people can walk by and remind me, you know, on their way to lunch, etc, why I'm undatable/unemployable. That would save me lots of time.