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I’m way too picky, and I am try­ing to be more relaxed about things, but I can’t help it. It’s done with Short Guy after last night. We head to din­ner. It was nice of him to come to my neck of the woods. Men always act like they can’t head this way, so that was a nice ges­ture on his part. We’re there wait­ing for the table, and I am talk­ing my head off cause he is just stand­ing there. I’m talk­ing, talk­ing, and talk­ing. Then, I notice this hot, TALL, black man, and I can’t help but think: Damn, I wish I wasn’t with this dude. What made it worse was that the guy started talk­ing to me when he went to close his tab, and I was kind of flirt­ing too.

All of a sud­den, I feel breath­ing, and we (hot guy and me) look down and there is the short dude.

I cringed when the guy said “your girl did good not spilling her drink.”

I wanted to scream, “I am not his girl!!!!!”

I felt awful after think­ing it, but some­times your sub­con­scious says the things you are think­ing with­out you want­ing it to or not.

We grab a table, and I was already bored and think­ing of all the things that I could have been doing. One thing that bugged me is that he kept say­ing that he is all about rou­tine, and he can’t break that rou­tine. I cringed. I can’t imag­ine being with some­one who doesn’t have a spon­ta­neous body in his bones. He eats the same meals every day. What the hell is that?! I thought there was hope when he said he switches it up, but it just meant switch­ing peas to rice.

Then he starts talk­ing about his entire rou­tine, and why he changed it. I some­times won­der how peo­ple live such bor­ing lives. I real­ized how bor­ing life would be with this guy when I said that I don’t play video games so much any­more cause I will not leave the house until I beat the game. He starts going “Yes!” It’s like dude, it doesn’t mean that I won’t leave the house now. I am a “Get and Go” kinda girl, so you’re on your own if you think I am not going to get the hell up to go somewhere.

Two things about me: 1. I don’t share food and 2. I hate rep­e­ti­tion. With the food thing, I hate when some­one offers you his food just so he can have some of yours. He offered, and I said no. I noticed that he kept star­ing at my food, so after a few sec­onds, I asked him if he wanted a bite. He jumped at it. I wanted to say to him: Next time don’t do the whole fake-me-out “Do you want some?” cause you want my food.

Then, he begins telling me this story. He goes, “I don’t know if you heard it.” When he began, I real­ized I did, so I said, “Yeah, you told me about it.” He pauses and CONTINUES TELLING THE DAMN STORY! I was annoyed as all hell. Why did you ask if I heard it if you were going to tell me any­way?! I just tuned him out and started think­ing about all the cute guys I saw yes­ter­day and today that I wasn’t able to talk to cause I’m hear­ing this guy talk about his bor­ing existence.

He also has this habit of get­ting all high pitch about things. It sounds more annoy­ing cause of his south­ern accent. Every time he gets high pitch with it, I wanted to shake him and tell him that girls don’t like men with high voices. He is clueless.

He walked me to my car, and I hugged him and back off before he kissed me. I felt like I was on a Sein­feld episode.