Saying no has become a reasonably frightening thing in the last five years. Actually, my fear is me putting some dickhead through a window, but that is a story for another day. Regardless of how I say it, it just doesn’t end well.
I guess when I say no, it’s the same as me stabbing you.
I guess when I say no, it’s like I’ve cut your balls off.
I guess when I say no, I’ve left you with no hope for the future with anyone, ever.
I guess I’m that special.
Yep, I’m so special that I’ve been stood up on the first date by a guy who begged me to go out with him.
Oh ya, I’m so special that I’ve been dumped by an indecent amount of guys.
I am so f*cking special that I get messages like this:
Why can’t some men take rejection and just laugh it off. Women can say no, it’s true. Do you know why they’re saying no?
Women mostly say no because they’re hung up on someone. Yes, he’s a total loser, but she doesn’t see or know that. Do you know why she doesn’t see or know that? He has a big dick, a big ole dick.
If I want a guy, I’ll find a way to fall into his damned lap. Now where’s my Gin and tonic?
PS imagine I had said yes to this guy? Yep, he is a keeper.