I spent an hour on the phone with a new guy last night, TMI Baggage. Why on earth would some guy feel the need to pour everything out on the table, before we’ve even meet face to face. Honestly I feel really bad for this guy, he’s got a 3 year old, works as a cook, is in and out of jobs, was a high school drop out, lost both his parents, admittedly said he's poor. The up points if you call them that is he got his GED finally a few years back and watches care bears with his daughter. I'm thinking I might just pass on this one, I'm not in the mood for a charity case, I'm looking for someone who's more of a partner and equal. I'm no super hero, and sure as heck ain't gonna try to bail this guy out of his little 'whoa as me' complex. I felt stupid telling him about my super square life of a stable job and career, good supporting family, and my super smart intelligence. Not to mention how exciting our conversation went with his monotone voice and sad sappy stories. Don't get me wrong I do feel for the guy but I sure don't want to get in his pants. This ain't no 'funeral crashers', thanks Will Farrell for the movie reference point.
He's already texted me again today. I'm thinking of responding with, "You've scared me off, take care and best wishes." yep, totally doing it. done, haha... It's honest.
his response "well that sucks..."
that went well, who's next?
Very nice move telling him the honest truth! Who's next?
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