So, Mr. Finance texted me the other day asking me if I’d had a nice time and saying that he really wanted to take me out again. 

In the words of the immortal Amy Winehouse: What kind of fuckery is this?

My knee-jerk reaction was just to not respond. I had not had a nice time. But, I replied that I had and hoped it would just end there. But, it didn’t. And, so, somehow, I agreed to let him take me out again.

I promise, followers, I have a few reasons. One, I figure sometimes people get nervous, get weird, get obnoxious, get all sorts of things when trying to impress another person.  So, I figure he deserves a second chance and if it’s really awful that’s that. Two, I can be a little bit of a snob. I can see a few undesirable things about someone and blow other things out of proportion to convince myself that they aren’t the right person for me to try to protect myself from disappointment. And, that’s a little obnoxious.

So, Mr. Finance gets another chance, while I try to figure out how to say no to people.