No means no

Sometimes when you’re online dating you come across someone who looks really good but turns out to be a complete and total disaster.

My first clue that there would be a problem should have been when I noticed he was named after a serial killer.

Why would parents deliberately saddle their child with an infamous name?

In any case, when asked what I was looking for I replied, “An animal lover.  You can tell a lot about a person by how they treat animals. What are you looking for?”

A God fearing woman.

I’ll just pause and let that sink in.

A God fearing woman.

Not someone who loves God, not someone who lives a God-centered life but a “GOD FEARING WOMAN.”

This is something I am not.

If I believed in God, and I’m not saying that I don’t, then my God would be a loving, compassionate, caring entity.

A God to be loved, not feared.

So I politely pointed this out to him and suggested that we part ways.

But he would have none of it.

He reminded me I have a good heart.

Yes, but I still am not looking for a man who wants a woman who fears God.

Things can still work out for us, he replied.

At this point, my objection to him stopped being his interest in God fearing women and became his inability to take no for an answer.

This is never a good sign.

Two people were never less clearly meant for each other than us two.

I suggested that we’d be wasting each other’s time.

I made it clear that I was definitely not what he was looking for.

I’m not sure how many times a woman needs to tell a man no thank you, but based on this interaction it’s more than four times.

No means no.