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You know, it would all be so much easier if I could just NOT be polite to people.
So I am at this party, and I'm single and bored shitless and don't know anyone. It is one of these social group things in Chester County PA that does these brunch and dinner party things each month, that I got roped into going to against my better judgement. Get to the party, and the place is just chock full o' these dottering old queens with whom I really don't have much in common. I'm not what you'd call your well-groomed "delicate" gay dude. I'm usually pretty banged up from messing with the horses, or any number of outdoor activities that keep me a bit dirty and ragged. So I go to this mixer fully expecting to be bored outta my skull. Fortunately there was a pool, so I spent a lot of time swimming.
Anyway, the social director of this group, who is kind of like Julie (Your Cruise Director) from Love Boat, but without the cocaine, asked me about my interests, and said, "I have just the person for you." He drags over some guy who turns out used to be a big horse nut, and skis. Ok, I'm a horse nut, and I'm an expert snowboarder, so I am thinking, this could be interesting.
Ever taken an instant dislike to someone? Not dislike as in loathing, but just kinda get that "Eh, no" feeling? Well I did. Not sure why, didn't analyze it, but there's just no chemistry. It didn't help that the first words outta this person's mouth were, "You are so hot, gosh. We have so much in common, and I think we should date."
I was like, "Well, how about we shake hands and introduce ourselves first."
Anyway, maybe its the voice (whiny and nasally). Maybe its the desperation (left five messages on my cel phone in two hours the day after the party, tagging the last one urgent.) Maybe its the presumption (we have so much in common we are so alike, I think we should date). Maybe its the determination...(Can we go out Friday? Can we go out Saturday? Can I watch you at polo on Sunday?) Maybe its the inappropriate comments. (I just want to jump your bones in the hay loft).
I feel nothing but aversion. Now HOW in the hell do I politely tell someone who isn't getting the message that there ain't a snowballs chance of hell in my dating them? I mean I have tried the ole' "look, I am busy, my life is full, no time to date" line. I have not returned calls. This person ain't getting the message.
So what's the best blow off here? I'm too polite to be rude.
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