After a week of not blogging, I've been out there dating. I had a date with Mr. Texter and I thought it went well. We had dinner at a Chinese restaurant and their food taste as if it was soaked, seasoned, and cooked in salt. After dinner, we took a walk around St. Johns University and he showed me a great we of NYC. We shared a kiss and the deal breaker was lurking around my breast. Yes! He put his hand on my boob, and I cut that kiss short and started talking about sex. I asked him how long does he normally wait before he sleeps with a chick and he told me after date #1 or #2. I told him I would like to wait until I'm in a loving relationship. Apparently he wasn't up for the ride so he hopped off the bandwagon. SORRY SUCKER, I'M NOT PAYING eHARMONY MONEY JUST FOR A FLING!
Two days later I was supposed to meet up with spanish albino but a few hours before we met he asked me if I am physically attracted to him. Of course I told him I thought he was cute, but he cancelled anyway. I figured because his self-esteem was scraping the bottom of his shoe, he flaked out.
Sunday night I actually was on the brinks of giving up because I am tired of the losers and I'm running out of breath searching for the winner of my heart. Whew! I'm tightening those laces.
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