I pretty much feel the same about my relationshits. That's probably why I'm not married. For example, I was engaged to my x-fiance for several years (tried to make it work) and just knew that it was going to end in divorce. So, like, why bother?
I can't tell if men are just predictable to me now or if it is just Kuwait that makes it all so... routine, boring... transparent. (snooooore)
Remember when I was whining about my Saturday alone last weekend? Chairman Dude that I mentioned in that post had asked me,"are you going" to several business-related functions; as we're both members of the same groups. I think I stated it clearly when I said that if he was interested in me for anything other than business, then no, I wouldn't want to "meet him" or "accompany him" to any such function. I hate it when a handsome man wants to talk business all night. He looses all of his wholesome cuteness in a few nanoseconds; hero to zero.
Chairman Dude asked me to dinner (good start) - where and when left out. We were supposed to "get together" last night. Because the weather was so bad, I gave him the choice of postponing, which he did - but not via a call, via an SMS. Hmmmmmm..... starting to recognize the pattern.
Wait, I know that smell... it smells like....
Today, I get another SMS, saying, "I am invited for dinner tonight. If you are home, can I stop by before going to dinner?" Oh no he di'int.
How phucking pathetically predictable. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Remember when I said in my post that "he will probably disappoint me like All The Rest"? Was I wrong? Puhleeze, once again, would some man please prove me wrong?
aaah - don't all of you write to me and tell me that I'm dating the wrong kind of men. I've run the range: rich men, poor men, educated men, uneducated men, bedu, hather, Shiite, Sunni, Christian (on occassion), various nationalities, white, black, tan, beige...
This is why I would now rather just stay home with my dog. I'm just a jaded, bitter woman with absolutely NO hope of getting a heart-shaped box of chocolates on Saturday. That would be WAY too unpredictable. :)
By the way, Bunny, I love you and you are so far out/away from what I've written that there is no comparisson. You, my friend, are the exception. Too bad I didn't take your number at the Library (nightclub, not where they have books) when we were both 17. Alas, I was a Mean Girl then and you probably wouldn't have liked me anyways.