2 outta 3
A friend of mine used to joke that there were three things that made a man – looks, wealth and personality. If she found a guy who had two of the three, she would date him. One of the guys I am currently seeing has two of the three. Although, admittedly, I’d forfeit one to gain the third that just doesn’t seem to be there.
This guy has got the looks and he’s got the wealth. Unfortunately, the personality—or lack thereof—is a problem. I keep trying to force a connection. And I’m not sure why.
When sangria is involved, magically one appears. Funny how that works. It’s seriously like we both partake in drinking this potion known as alcohol and suddenly we’re more chatty, honest and interesting. Any other time that is spent with him feels like I am bored out of my mind.
What is hilarious—and maybe not to anyone else, but it is to me—is that he genuinely thinks he knows me really well. He thinks or knows that he’s got me pegged. He has me all figured out. I’m such a sweet, naïve “down home? (yes, he actually used that phrase hahahahahahahaha Honestly, I don’t even know what that means) girl who doesn’t do anything wrong.
Well, for the most part, he’s a little bit right. I’m a goody two-shoes. I’ll be the first to admit it… but as the skeletons in the closet post revealed, I do come with a side of crazy. I can be an uber-obnoxious, ultra ridiculous, arrogant loud mouth…pretty sure that’s a side he hasn’t seen.
Maybe I’m keeping him around to see his reaction when I do decide to fly my freak flag. I’ll get a kick out of it—I know, I’m sick. I wonder what he would think of that…
November 15th, 2007 at 10:30 am
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