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Monday, April 20, 2009

Posted by Scarlett in Scarlett at 10:24 | Comments (8) | Trackbacks (0)

The Cut Off

I’m a lousy blogger, I know I know.

But you’re not going to get much out of me today either. Allergies are making  my life miserable right now.

I had a date on Friday with a boy (and I’m purposely using the term ‘boy’- 26) who showed up looking like he just rolled out of bed: hair messy (and not in a sexy, controlled messy way – just plain messy), clothes completely rumpled …. Didn’t offer to buy my drinks! 

Is anyone in favor of reserving the right to say five minutes into a date “I’m very sorry, I don’t think this is going to work out” and just leave? That was the course of action suggested to me post mortem by Sue Ellen. If he hadn’t been the little brother of a friend of mine…I would have. This is why I draw the age limit at 28 and even that may be pushed up at some point. Maybe I should just swear off boys in their 20s. What do you think?

Seriously – all I want to do today is lay in bed and moan.

 

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Posted by Scarlett in Scarlett at 10:24 | Comments (8) | Trackbacks (0)
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Lying in bed and moaning sounds a lot more fun than dating a rumpled 26-year-old. ;-) Just sayin'...
#1 Belle (Homepage) on 2009-04-20 13:06 (Reply)
hmmm... so many things to say about this.. ;) but, i will just say this. i have made many, many "rules" and "restrictions" about dating over the years. when i finally decided to open myself up to people totally unlike me, i unexpectedly found myself among the most incredible men. and found a keeper! :) having said that. of course you can leave five minutes into a date. you can do whatever you like. follow your bliss!
#2 gbo on 2009-04-20 16:39 (Reply)
Please! You cannot possibly expect any relationship to last more than a couple of nights if you are dating 20-year-old boys. Men never stick around unless the girl is younger (and often only if she is much younger). But, if that is what you want, then go for it.
#3 Starboard Tack on 2009-04-20 20:47 (Reply)
Back in the "olden days" when I used to date ;) I totally had a 5 minute rule. This one time, I had a guy meet me in the parking lot outside my office as a meeting spot for our first date. We met, we hugged, the blood drained from my face. I excused myself and ran into my office because I "forgot my coat." Actually, I did forget my coat. But geesh, I couldn't get past the intros with this guy. Guys know in 30 seconds if there's a chemistry match. Why torture yourself. Be polite (if possible), skip the guilt and be honest - sorry, this isn't going to work.
#4 Erika (Homepage) on 2009-04-21 11:38 (Reply)
srsly...the five min thing..i did it last week...he was an ass...and i just said to myself...this is an hour i will NEVER get back...i just cant do it... then...told him basically kthanxbai i felt sooo much better after i left.... xoxo
#5 suicide_blond (Homepage) on 2009-04-21 13:40 (Reply)
That's about the greatest dating rule I've ever heard. You should just bring a bell and be all, "if I ring this? You can go ahead and leave."
#6 Lilu (Homepage) on 2009-04-22 12:41 (Reply)
Lilu - HA with the bell! It's like the Marie Antionette approach to dating!
#7 Scarlett on 2009-04-22 12:55 (Reply)
Sadly age is just a number, as I've gone out with women in their 30's and they acted like they were 18. Know when to cut your losses, though I'd probably give someone the first date before dropping the hatchet.
#8 Therapeutic Ramblings (Homepage) on 2009-06-09 16:24 (Reply)
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