By The Way

Forgot to mention that I so maturely and kindly told Elitistman that I didn't plan on seeing him again.

He sent me an EXTREMELY lengthy text the following day, after I didn't answer the other EXTREMELY lengthy text from right after our date, and it was borderline obsessive/over-zealous. Something about wanting to get drunk with me, and that he knows a good wine that goes well with Coors Lite cans, and that my hair looked great that day (despite the torrential downpour) and that he didn't want to say so because it looked better than his.

(Also forgot to mention what he said to me upon first impression: "Oh my god. You're so adorable, I just want to punt you across the room!"

Listen, buddy.

1. No woman EVER EVER EVER likes to be called "adorable."
2. If you punt me, I will not hesitate to castrate you with one fell swoop kick to the balls.

And that's how I precisely knew that it wasn't going to work out with him. Can't believe I forgot to write about this! Maybe I was just burning it out of my memory.)

So I texted him back promptly, saying "I think you're sweet. But I just don't think we're a good match. That's all. Good luck in your experience."

To which he responded, "Thank you. This is what I truly wanted."

What?