I'm not too sure where I meet the men that I do but it seems like I find the weakest of men. I met a guy who was my friends brother. He is SMOKIN HOT and really seemed like a nice guy. He has a son and is no longer in the relationship with his son's mother which has really left him somewhat lonely. We talked about how he really wanted a relationship and that he thought he would never find someone that is good for him and his son. Not to mention, all the flirting that went on over the weekend, but he really seemed like a sincere guy who would look past the outer person and would want to get to know me on the inside.
Now, I still can't figure out why I do the things that I do, but when he went home I decided, after a few drinks, to email him and let him know that I would like to get to know him better and would like to see if I were something that he would be interested in. Now, I'm not usually as bold as this, but I really thought he was different. Well, I did what every 20 something girl does and sent him the email through facebook. It was a week later and no response. I spoke with his sister and she already knew what I had done. Apparently "good news" travels fast in Wisconsin. Oddly enough, he rsponded only to say no but had the nicest things to say like he was flattered but didn't do long distance relationships and that he appreciated my honesty and assertiveness and how he would love to be friends. So I think "Not a bad way to be rejected!"
I saw his sister a couple days after he responded and she had a TOTALLY different version of why he said no. She said that he liked more "quiet" girls and that, although he thought I was a pretty girl, I just wasn't his type. I mean cut me a break! How many times do I have to get it before I realize that guys will always just be shallow guys? I think if I was gutsy enough to put it out there and ask, then they should be man enough to tell me the truth. Yeah, I know the truth hurts but sometimes it's better than having false hope to save me from looking like the fool in the end.
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