I started to think about the reasons why women have given me the boot. Listed in no particular order:
- Because their mom told them to do so (see ex-wife)
- Because they don't see a future with me
- Because usually date guys who are "more fit" (This proves that honesty/best policy thing is bullshit)
- Because they have an ex they want to get back together with
- Because they love eating pussy way too much
(I made up one of those...you decide which)
But during my time in the land of "da' ho" I ran into two new ones:
- Because your mom is technically my boss
- Because smoking cigarettes is more important to me than "this"
Breakdown:
1) Yes, her mom is technically my boss. And by "technically" I mean she is. In short, mom found out we were dating and told her to call it off...and she did. Does this sound familiar? (See Because #1)
2) Because smoking is more important...this one was simply fascinating.
I met D on Match.com. She was spunky, cute, fun, non-Mormon, and smoked like a fucking chimney. Now, smoking is generally a deal-breaker for me BUT...I honestly had no other fucking options. We lived an hour apart and would hang out once a week or so. We would drink, she would smoke, and I would pretend it didn't bother me. Yes, I told her that I didn't care for it and that it did indeed bother me. She would go smoke away from me and I never said shit. Perfect, right? Other than this, we got along really well. We could communicate well, laugh, and generally enjoyed each other's company. This was until this past week when she had something important to tell me: she needs to smoke. And smoke regularly without feeling like I was judging her. I explained that I never said a word to her about it and she agreed. But D was clear, smoking was part of who she was as a person and she didn't feel I was supportive (I wasn't). So it was decided that I would drive my ass back home.
It's been a week since all this horseshit and I have no conclusions. I feel I was going to be wrong no matter what. Maybe the lesson is that I shouldn't make concessions when it comes to big things (apparently smoking counts). Maybe I should keep my mouth shut and accept people for who they are.
Maybe, I just need to fucking move.
