So I met a man on Friday. We’ll call him Rob.
Rob was handsome, employed, and interested in me.
So Rob and I exchanged phone numbers and our conversation went a little like this:
Hi Michelle, it’s Rob.
[He sends a selfie and asks me to send one too so I send him this one – me, no makeup. Just to see what he thinks and you can follow the conversation from there:
Now I know this might sound hypocritical given how often I talk about sex on this blog, but when it’s the first thing out of the gate, I lose interest in it.
Nope. No thank you.
Maybe I like a challenge. Maybe I want to be the one who initiates. Maybe I want to be wooed a bit.
Whatever the reason, he got dropped the very next day:
“I think we’re looking for two different things. Good luck.”
And his reponse?
Now I’m not going to pretend that I ALWAYS make the right decision, but sometimes, when all the signs are there, I can call it like I see it an GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE.