I knew that I was smarter than he is which isn't necessarily a dealbreaker, but when what he is saying is laughably inaccurate, one must question his conversational value. Regardless, I decided to give it a shot. And then proceeded to wish someone would shoot me.
He argued against my reproductive rights. No, seriously.
He told me that "it's a fact that 100% of terrorists are Muslim."
He posited that the Gulf of Mexico is completely and 100% free of any trace of oil and has been since a couple of months after the spill.
He maintains that we could fix global warming by MELTING THE ICE CAPS.
Everything he had to talk about was a conspiracy: they they they.
He asked ridiculous rhetorical questions and actually waited for me to answer them. Par example: "What if the Queen wanted to claim back Canada? She owns it and everything in it. Would you fight?" and "Well, who owns the energy?"
He implied I was complicit in the problems in this country because I make purchases.
He denied that GST is a voluntary tax. It is, but he disagrees....
He tried to get me to work for him pro bono because I'm really, really good at my job and our fields are related.
He also tried to show me nifty ways to skirt the tax system. Y'know, by committing fraud. This coming from a guy who, I have been informed, has gone bankrupt twice.
Apart from the above, I also paid for my own dinner and the entire bill at the pub (because he was short for his half) where we went afterwards to watch some friends of mine play a gig. I may be a feminist, but my position on first dates is traditional: You ask, you plan, you pay. Otherwise, it's NOT a date. That evening out cost me $80.00 that I kind of needed.
He's also a TERRIBLE driver. And a divorcé. And he showed up 20 minutes late. I was almost going to order take out and leave. Lord knows it would have been cheaper; more fun, too.
Apparently when he asked his brother if he could have my number, my friend said, "Listen, (wife) and I really like R.... Don't screw this up." I am confident that I get to keep (Friend) and (Wife). They like me more.
I am asked often if I have a boyfriend. When I reply no, I get, "Why?" and "Don't worry, you'll find someone soon!"
Thank you, but I don't need anyone. Especially anyone who's anything short of fucking awesome. As much as I'd like to believe that there's someone out there for me, I'm too practical to think that's actually true. So I'm not holding my breath.
Here's a list of reasons why I'm single:
- I actually really enjoy being alone
- I have 3 cats
- I am independent to a fault
- I have a low tolerance for stupidity
- I hate my body
- I don't trust anyone
- My heart is still broken
- I feel like if I believe that I've always wanted to be alone, it will be less painful when I actually wind up that way
- I'd rather be by myself than with someone about whom I am ambivalent
- I am terrified that I will meet someone and that it will hurt more than it already does because everyone leaves; it just depends how long it takes me to push them away
- I hate the pressure of new relationships; they aren't exciting, they're scary
- I can't lie
