Dear Mr. Hipster,
First off, good job picking the location. The Queen Mary is a fun date idea. And I had no clue that there was that bar on the top of the ship. Very classy, very fun and a beautiful sunny day for it all. No offense, but you were very much a hipster in the way that you dressed, with your "cool" hair, even down to the lilt in your voice when you spoke. To be honest, I kind of hated the whole hipster movement because I think it's trendy and I can't stand people who follow trends... because its a trend. Anyway, you seemed deeper than all that when we started talking, so I decided we would have fun. Our backgrounds were a lot the same and we both are obsessed with traveling, so there's that. You come from a very successful family and with that there is also the monetary component, but you tried not to let it show. I have been dating so many men and I started to think. Hmmm. I like this one. He is normal, down to earth and we seem to have a lot in common. I got a little excited.
We sat at a dark wooden table by the window for a drink. You had something very manly while I had a Singapore sling. Whew!!! Talk about a drink! I am convinced that bartender just enjoyed watching my facial expressions as I sipped the thing. Tropical, yummy, but watch out for that alcohol! It was interesting because the whole time we were having a fun conversation, you seemed really chill and your laugh seemed forced. I, on the other hand was very expressive and laughing with the utmost flair. A quarter of the way through the drink, I had to stop. It was just too much for me and I had a show after that, I couldn't get too tipsy. I think it upset you because I couldn't finish the drink... but honestly, you wouldn't want me to start dancing on the table. I promise. We walked outside for a little while before you had to take me back on time.
When you first picked me up, you said we would go to the queen mary and depending on how that went, you might be able to meet up with me afterwards. I know I caught you off guard as I asked, "what's the verdict?" as you were going to drop me off. You said the stupidest thing ever! "I just like to talk things out with my friends and get their opinions, it really matters to me."
Okay.... liar, liar, pants on fire. REALLY!? Let's just pause for a second. If you are into a girl, I would trust that you have the maturity and assertiveness to decide for yourself, otherwise you have a whole other list of problems. And second, it was obvious you weren't into it (which is fine), you simply lacked the courage and integrity to just tell me. So, you didn't exactly come off smooth when you texted me 10 minutes later (obviously after NOT talking to your buddies) that you weren't feeling it. I'll be honest. That has never happened to me before, so I was probably shocked. In fact, I spent the next hour processing what happened. The idea that a guy would reject me after one date was so foreign. What? But, I'm so good at first dates. I am so good at reading the guy, being my fun wonderful self and it's usually that easy. So I was upset I suppose. You messed up my first date streak. On the other hand, I did understand that I was throwing a little bit of a temper tantrum and I also do this to guys all the time. A taste of my own medicine. So, I was able to see from your perspective as well and I understood. It also meant that for the first time in a VERY long time I was dealing with a rejection that was unfamiliar to me.
The biggest problem was also that I actually liked you. Which probably meant I wasn't being myself. You know how it is when you like someone: you just can't be as comfortable or vulnerable until you feel it's safe. whereas, when I'm on dates with guys that I'm uninterested in, I feel there is no pressure to impress, so I am probably more relaxed and therefore more myself. The stupid irony of it all. ugh! And it probably wasn't helping that I was so tipsy. It was probably unattractive and my bubbliness scared you off. You probably want a nice little submissive boring girl at the end of the day.
Anyway, this is the most important part. Instead of writing an upset whiny text calling you out for your BS, I wanted to be the change, so I said something very gracious along the lines of "have a nice life." When what I wanted to say was: "Seriously!!!! Why couldn't you grow a pair and just tell me when I was in the car with you 10 MINUTES ago. You are such a coward and therefore, I'm glad it isn't going anywhere. Besides the way you dress is so dumb! where's your originality? Why are you trying to be something you're not to impress other people?!!!!" But, you can't write that in a text to a stranger. It never comes off right. And I've dealt with so many whiny annoying texts, I didn't want to be that person. Needless to say, it took me an entire four hours to get over it. Hey, that's a lot for me. But listen dude. Next time, just tell her you're not feeling it at the beginning, it will be so much better received and you don't give her a chance to call you out.
Sincerely,
The girl who thinks you're a cowardly prick... in the best way possible of course ;)
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