So, is it really wrong of me to not want to make out with every strange guy that says he'd like to hook up with me? No. I don't have meningitis, and I don't want it. I'm kind of a germaphobe. I have issues with other people and their germs. I'm not going to go start macking on everything with a penis because I'm only twenty-one and that's apparently what you're supposed to do when you're young. I go out sometimes with my friends. I have fun. I get dressed up and girly. If a guy wants to buy me a drink at the pub, by all means, I'll accept. I just don't have a desire to be in relationship at this point in my life. That could change tomorrow if I meet the right guy, who knows? I'm allowed to be picky when it comes to guys. I will not settle. I refuse.
And if one more person tries to push me into a date with a guy, so help me God, I am going to kill someone. Yes, I'm aware he's attractive. Yes, I'm aware he's sweet. Yes, I'm aware he likes me. Do I want to go on a date with him? No. Why? Because I already know our personalities don't mesh. Good friends, bad as a couple. Why go on the date, knowing I'm going to turn him down if he asks for another, or more? I hate turning guys down more than most things in the world. It's awful. I feel like a douche. Now, if I don't know the guy at all, I'd probably be open to it, but when I've flat out said no, don't push me. I mean, my family does it until I say, "No, this is why I don't want to." and they drop it. Easy peasy. I have friends, yes, friends multiple, who do this to me! Just keep pushing, and pushing until I think I'm going to snap! I have at least three friends who tell me I'm too picky, but I like to think of it as having standards. So. Sue. Me.
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