Just a Can of Hairspray

If I meet one more weirdo, I’m gonna scream. The latest guy that I have met I honestly didn’t want to meet. I met him off of a famous “personality matching” website. Since I first started talking to him, I knew I had no intention of meeting him. I don’t know why. The sound of his voice, the tone of his voice or maybe not feeling a connection? I went along with plans to meet him for lunch a few days later. When that day arrived, I totally chickened out. I didn’t want to meet him. I didn’t want to waste his time or mine. I just had no interest in this whatsoever. So I emailed him to tell him so. Lo and behold he had the nerve to call me to tell me why we needed to meet. All that did was put me in a corner and put more pressure on me. AHHHHHHH!! I just wanted to get off the phone and just run! I went ahead and met him a few days later for lunch just to kill the curiosity he may have of me. And just as I suspected, no connection, no interest, but pure boredom. Luckily it was over lunch so I could bail out of there!