A guy approached me a while ago in a cafe where he started to have conversation with me.

He asked me about a lot of stuff like my work, interests etc. He seemed to be taking a lot of interest in my conversation (too much too soon). I did get a little taken aback but then, hey you can’t be so negative, so l let it slide.

The evening got over, numbers got exchanged, the conversation moved to text messages. We had great conversations.

It had been a week and we have been conversing a lot. I naturally told him I was divorced. Then something happened.

Hey let’s get out, drive out the city and chill a few days.

“Um..I am a little uncomfortable about getting out of the city at the moment…perhaps we can get to know each other a little bit more and then see how this goes?” I responded.

“Come on, we already know each other for a week and speak so much!” he said with total conviction.

“Well, we have met like once only so I would like to get to know you a little more.” I responded with equally full conviction.

This conversation went on for a few more minutes and then I sensed a tone of irritation in the bloke’s voice.

What a jackass. I began to sense he is put off because he wasn’t going to get any action from me.

“I thought we were chill yaaa, I mean you are also divorced so this should not be a problem to you.” He protested.

What did me being divorced have to do with that?!

“Um…I am not really sure what you mean by that…but I told you what I feel…so…” I sort of closed the conversation with that.

He cordially said byes and that was that.

No call the next day or a text the whole day; more days following that.

I was still a little skeptical about too much too soon business so I wanted to see where it went if said no to this proposal.

As expected, the graph of interest from that day on after the conversation tipped and tipped till it fell off the paper.

At least make it a little less obvious man. Have a little class.

You must be really desperate to be spending all that fake energy and all that pretending to be interested in my life and stuff simply to get some.

AND WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN I’M DIVORCED SO I SHOULDN’T HAVE A PROBLEM?!?!

Divorce is equal to availability??? Fucking wanker.

Bottom line, the abbreviated piece of nothing assumed I am loose and available, desperate and frustrated just because I am divorced.

Such a disappointment. I had begun to like the guy. So stupid and naive of me. Time wasted. Energy wasted. Lesson learnt.

Do men only think with that thing between their legs that seems to be making all the decisions in their life?

Or are they so intellectually bent that they can’t make conversation beyond which woman they fucked the other day? Or they use their intellect to only this end? Such a let down.

 

Every single day. I die a little.

Hate the rest of the world a little more than yesterday.

Hoping a tree falls on all of those who enjoy watching me in misery.

Praying their ‘manhood’ gets a tooth job instead of a blowjob.