One of my co-workers set me up on a blind date with one of his buddies who was into martial arts and had complained about not being able to find women who understood his love of them and were also into that sort of thing. Come to find out, his problem wasn’t that he couldn’t find one. He didn’t actually want to find one.
The whole time (thankfully only lunch) he told me how cute I was for trying to be like him. But I was going to get bruised up if I didn’t stop playing at this whole “fighting thing”.
I had no idea that after almost 10 years of study, several joint dislocations, a broken ankle and gosh-only-knows how many broken noses that I was just playing.
Have any of you gone out with a person (what ever gender) who seemed into your hobby only to put you down for it?
if one sound could illustrate that guy’s apartment later that night, this would be it:
“fap.”
i’ve had some dates put me down. the responses i usually got were, “so can you kick me in the head?” “yeah, if i knocked you over first” or other such drivel.
Yes. He really said that. Then he acted suprized when I said no to another date. I’m glad I’m going to graveyard shif next week. I won’t have to see him or his buddy. I have no idea how to explain just why I had a problem with that conversation.
Why you were ****ed was obvious: It was insulting.
Tell him if he ever wants to find and keep a woman around for awhile that he needs to adjust his thinking. He may not get the message, but at least you made your stance clear! He needs to hear it.
I can’t tell you how many women tell me similar types of stories about bonehead dates. It always amazes me, as it doesn’t seem to be that hard to actually be nice.
that works both ways
you can have fun fighting
and not fighting too
its just a matter of choise
nevermind what i just said [/B]
But then you wouldn’t be Zebby!
I have come to the conclusion that he is looking for someone like the blond bimbo who hung on Ralph Maccio in “The Karate Kid”. Knows enough to sound inteligent but won’t actually participate. I’m the kind of girl who raids my savings account to go to an iron dumby seminar. (which I just did, BTW)
That’s also what I told my co-worker when he asked why I “blew off” his friend.