I just don't find you attractive
My phone begins to beep and I see it’s R. I walk across the street and do a half wave that resembles a sideways salute. It takes two seconds for R to move from a feeling of elation to one of deflation. The smile disappears, the shoulders slump. I have a feeling it’s going to be a great night.
Within a few minutes, R tells me he’s meeting a friend soon so he has to make this quick. I say that’s fine as I can tell we won’t need a lot of time to get acquainted since we’ll soon get married in an elaborate ceremony that will be photographed by People magazine.
While R acts like a petulant bitch and exhales/rolls his eyes every time I ask a question, we make our way through the bookstore and R manoeuvres himself away from me; he’s playing hard to get. Soon, we leave and make our way back to R’s place, since he has to meet up with his friend who now may-or-may-not be coming into town that night to meet up with him.
Before we say our goodbyes and pick a time to select our place settings at William Ashley china, I pull up my right pant leg in order to kneel down and offer him a Harry Winston diamond engagement ring.
“Well, you know, if you want to hang out again, you have my email and phone number,” I say.
“Ya, you know, I won’t be calling you ‘cause I just don’t find you attractive,” he replies.
“Um, ok then. Thanks for the tea!” I turn around on my heel and walk away.
To be honest, I was surprised R had the gall to say that to my face. From my experience, if you’re not interested, just say you’ll see each other soon out of politeness, even though you know you won’t. And if he didn’t find me attractive, why did he ever want to go on the date? That I don’t understand.
Whatever. He had a beer gut and no chin, anyway. Guess the wedding is off.
Note: It shouldn’t be assumed this event occurred recently.