Stoopid

I met him a couple of weeks ago and thought he was gentle. He stood out in my mind because gentle is a quality I haven't seen in a man or a woman in quite awhile, especially in the city. I am not a gentle person.

It wasn't enough though. He smiled and asked for my number so he could buy me a drink sometime and perhaps see this Piedmont Park I rave about, but I politely thanked him and said, "Not right now."

As luck would have it, Friday night I ran into him again. I left the boys at the pool table and ventured over to say hello. We spoke and again he asked for my number. Again, I said no.

I couldn't believe what came out of my mouth. I've openly announced I have six weeks to find someone to take to my stupid office party and I'm turning down a guy that looks like a Cabbage Patch doll when he smiles?

Looks like I can't compromise on certain things, like the desire to be alone rather than with someone who isn't right for me.

Stupid standards.