2009-04-02 - 8:46 p.m.
Whoa-oh, here she comes

So, I am not a nice person. No, it's true. I'll agree with my sister that what I said to GI Joe tonight probably was mean.

It was our fourth date. We hung out Sunday and the dude finally kissed me. Other than the kiss, which was good, it was a strange date. He kept joking about how his master plan was to use me to get to RD. Okay, maybe that was a little funny at first, but when he was still talking about it 2 hours later, not so much.

The man just cannot talk to me! It's annoying. We met up tonight for dinner and he quizzed me with a million questions but wouldn't answer any I answered. He'd deflect and ask me another I do all the stinking talking and I hate that!

Also, we have nearly nothing in common. While I was happy to talk about the things that interest me, in order of when I brought them up - my job and the things I learn there, family, philosophy (I'm on a real philosophical kick right now), the issues I'm reading about in my books (gender issues, the concept of magic, Jungian archetypes [especially the Shadow concept], the notion of any governmental system being ideal, etc), movies, hypotheticals. GI Joe couldn't converse with me about any of those. Excuse my conceit, but I just need to hang with someone more cerebral.

He called after the date (how annoying!) and said he had to ask a question. I said shoot. He says "How do you feel about us and where do you see this going?"

. . .

Are you kidding me with this?!

I pushed aside the irritation to ask if he would answer that question if I asked it. He said yes, he would. Yeah, right. And monkeys might fly out of my butt. I'm evil, but not that evil.

I tell him what he already knows - I am not looking for anything exclusive, I don't want a serious relationship. We emailed for TWO MONTHS before ever meeting and I know I got it out there that I am not Relationship Girl.

I tell him he must now tell me what he sees happening. He hems and haws and spits out some blather, but doesn't really say anything. Ok, dude, obviously you were not hoping for the answer I gave. He gives some baloney about how he "just wanted to establish his boundaries" when I call him out on my answer not being what he wants.

We hang up shortly thereafter. I stew for a bit, then call back. We do not have enough in common for my irritation at his girliness to be abated. I am harsh and blunt and tell him I cannot get anymore invested in him than I already am. Mean, I know, my sister already told me. But it's truth! I'm like a rental car, they put a cap on my emotions somewhere along the line and I'm pretty much at the height of what I can do for that kid. He was all like "Oh, yeah, definitely, I know that".

Oh, baloney! (man, i cannot wait for Lent to be over. I need to swear!)

Phooey on silly boys.

RD thinks I'm psycho and has no clue why I date. Because it's a game. It's all just a game to me. And besides, I get urges just like anybody else. Most urges are stopped by my huge Catholic guilt, but are there nonetheless, even if they do get beaten out by my intense commitment-phobia.