[Continued from "Let's Not Bother (1)."]

I again told him that while we would meet, I wasn’t making any promises beyond that.  Apparently he didn’t like that:

I’m not asking you to. You’re so negative. You can’t just go with the flow, ever?

I told him that I felt it was better to be honest and that I’d met some shitty guys so I was being cautious.

You’re constant warnings take the fun out things. If you’re not attracted or don’t see this going anywhere then let me know.

At that point I had seen a photo of the guy’s torso on FetLife and had some limited online exchange with him so I had no clue if I was attracted to the guy.  As far as “this” going anywhere, there was no “this” to go, which is why we had to meet in person.

I’ve had more than one experience in which things were going well online and even on the phone, but when we met in person I was not attracted to the person for any number of reasons.  I wasn’t about to tell this guy that so long as we both like fucking we might as well fuck each other; instead, I chose to tell him that we’d meet and see where things went from there.

I really don’t want waste each others time. I like people who can do playful flirting without killing with warning messages.

This pissed me off probably more than it needed to, but it seemed such a guy move to tell a woman what he wanted in expectation that she’d bend over backwards to make it happen.  Instead, I responded, “It’s not my job to be more like what you want.”

And you act like I haven’t met shitty people. I just choose not to let it effect the way I view others.

I’m not the shitty guys you’ve met. So stop looking for things wrong. Go with the flow and be yourself. I’m looking for confident, sexy, and sexual. A flirtatious, fun, and open-minded person. I don’t want to meet the bitter, guarded woman that got fucked over.

He wanted me to be myself but didn’t like the “self” I was being.  He was faulting my personality because it wasn’t fitting into his idea of what he had decided I was.  He was the one who friended me on FetLife.  He was the one who DMd me on Twitter.  I didn’t need to be what he wanted.  I told him, “You’re the one who wants to meet me!”

That was my mistake. Nevermind. Meeting is a bad idea.

Once it was established that like so many before him he had decided how I should act/what my personality should be based on my photos, profile, online communication, I decided to have some fun with him: “Are your diapers soiled?”  I also pointed out that telling me that I didn’t meet up to his standards made him the exact kind of asshole that caused me to issue warnings before meeting in person.

Not promising making out/sex is not the reason I don’t want to meet you. I don’t want to meet with you cause of your attitude.

It would be nice if you could promise a fun, enjoyable time. You don’t seem like you want to meet. You seem completely jaded and bitter.

I don’t want to go out with someone who has a negative attitude and sour disposition.

I pointed out, again, that it was he who wanted to meet me; it was he who decided what I was supposed to be and how I was supposed to act.  I also pointed out that I couldn’t promise a good time, and neither could he.  What he called bitter I called realistic.

Then, to be a dick, I pointed out that I wasn’t at all sour when I was giving a guy head that day.  Yeah, I wanted to point out that though I am a sexual person with others I would never be so with him.

After showing this fun exchange to my friend Viola she asked how it is that I attract this short of shithead.  I’m not sure, just lucky I guess.

Because there are more ….

I swear.  True story.

Tags: fantasy, guest writer, idiot, manners, sexy?

Categories: guest writer, True Story.

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