to the chick from the night before

my boss tried to get me hooked up. i wasn't feelin it :/

'you hate me'

no. i don't hate you.

'why do you hate me?'

i said i don't. i'm just not interested.

'you don't think i'm pretty, do you?'

well.., no.

sorry. you're not my type, and i damn sure ain't yours. you were desperate and in need of a fuck, and i don't play like that. i'm not that kind of guy.

when my boss told me, 'hey this chick thinks you're hot,' i said, 'fine i'll meet her.' but i didn't have a good feeling about it, and i was right.

but i played nice. i met you. i bummed you a cigarette, even gave you a light. you chilled in my car for a bit cuz it was cold. i gave you a blanket. i humored you for a bit. so you can't say that i hate you. but i'm also not into you. i'm just a nice guy is all. sort of.

and you really didn't help your case. no, i wasn't attracted to you, but that wasn't it. you were drunk, you were desperate, and you were a bitchy little brat. bumming you a smoke cuz i don't want to be a total dick is as much as i'm gonna do.

i do apologize for not saying bye to you at the end of the night. i had every intention of doing so, but you were passed out on the couch. this apology, however, like everything else, is just a courtesy. in all honesty, i didn't really care to meet you after all.

why this was not said: i'm too nice to be so direct. i'm also too chickenshit. i didn't want to hurt her feelings, but i don't think pussyfooting out of it helped much either. for better or worse, i'll probly end up meeting her again. i'm sure she gets the picture tho. here's hoping so.

i don't know what i look for in a woman exactly. but she wasn't it.