Mouth Shut Part II
Well, needless to say, I was a little insulted –I’m no gold digger. Contrary to popular belief, I can’t be bought. It’s too bad for him it didn’t work, because I found myself divulging this information to new guy. What was I thinking? Hey, I warned you. My self-proclamation Reputation is that of a talker-too-mucher also known as, “insert-foot-in-mouther.”
Thankfully, I don’t really feel much for new guy. But it made for awkwardness when new guy in turn said I seemed to have a whole critique ready for Mr. “Drop in the Bucket� as if I had to defend my metaphorically giving him a score of four on a scale of one to ten.
Well, it wasn’t just the money bit.
It was that he doesn’t like Oprah.
It was the twelve year age gap. It was that he was the one who is older but barely acts my age.
It was that he’d ask me a question only as segue into his own new topic about himself –which, by the way is a rare talent when whatever comes out of my mouth has nothing to do with whatever was about to come out of his next. Hmm… that could easily have become an amusing game. I should have thought about this more carefully.
It was that it just was not right. Or I’m just too picky picky? Which is what I should have said to begin with – chardonnay or not.
New guy expressed concern about how I felt about him. Ugh. I get it. I don’t like to waste anyone’s time (especially my own) anymore than the next person. But, come on. Have some common sense, please.
New guy, it was you who said you’d never leave San Diego permanently. It was you who said you’d be leaving for New Zealand to pursue a master’s degree in a few months.
It is you who … I like as a friend. Sigh.
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