I hate dating. I always have. I am not the most social person in the world, and meeting new people scares the shit out of me. I am impatient and sometimes insecure and overly imaginative and make myself insane. (Not always. I don’t need medication.) But I love men. And sometimes, it’s fun. Really fun.
Sometimes, though, it’s just surreal.
Like when someone you thought liked you tries to hook you up with a guy she knows. A guy she once dated. A guy who, from her own lips (as best as I understood it), gets passive agressive and unpleasantly angry when rejected, fixates and obsesses, can be verbally abusive, has an aggressive personality, is prone to harass, and general has some serious Nice Guy tendencies.
Umm… I’ll pass, thanks. I think I have pretty good taste on my own.
The question is: was she trying to punish him, or me?