If you are 27 and living with your parents and you haven't worked in years because you occasionally get odd jobs and mostly your parents support you… don't whine about not having life experiences. You are choosing to be a permanent child. If you haven't traveled it is your fault. I don't really want to hear your long rant about how there is no point in being happy because after all there is no good in this world. Bite my ass. Get over yourself. You have it better than 99.99999999% of all people who have ever lived for all time. Fuck you. What the fuck do you think you deserve?
Yeah. And then he wrote me a long email asking me to tell him how he differs from all the other people I've met in my life. I told him he doesn't differ. He has the same experiences, appearance, and life as a tremendous number of people I know. You have all reached the same conclusions in exactly the same way and you are fucking convinced that you are the smartest people ever. When really what you are is dismissive and pretentious.
No, you are not getting a second date. I'm not catering to your self-absorbed pretention, thanks.
He made me listen to 30 minutes of ambient music in his van when it was 40-something degrees so I would "know the sound of his soul."
omg. you’ve got boundaries! boundaries are hella hot.
and yeah. no. music in 40 degree weather is broken. fire that one.
It was so high school. He told me adamantly that he wasn’t interested in having a “date” because then I might have expectations. Like get laid given that I advertised for a one night stand?! Good grief.
“Sorry, I’ve heard your soul. We’re not going out again.”
I think I didn’t do the gentle let down well enough though. He really asked me a stupid question.
I have to ask. Because I crave the train wreck.
Apparently my brush off totally went over his head. He wrote back all twitterpated. Hilarious!
He made me listen to 30 minutes of ambient music in his van when it was 40-something degrees so I would “know the sound of his soul.”
::facepalm::
Hey, at least now you know what it sounds like, so you can hear it coming and avoid it!
The 40 degrees is sounding warm right now, but other than that, hell yes.
Holy crap I am too nice. I think I may have been in that van. Figuratively speaking, uhm. I think. It was hot when I was 18.
your snark is delicious.
Special… Yeah, not so much. I also agree with Izzy about when you’ve got your snark on.
That is seriously cliched-movie-bad-date level of awful. I mean, it was special enough before the 30 minutes in the van, but that takes it to extra ridiculous levels.
He made me listen to 30 minutes of ambient music in his van when it was 40-something degrees so I would “know the sound of his soul.”
And that is a brilliant illustration of “thank you for giving me no earthly way I could feel bad about never seeing you again.”
Good god, 30 minutes? You have far more focus than I do! 😛
27? Not just turned 18?
Note to self:
– Retire the “know the sound of soul” line.