"You're so nice and you're so smart, you're such a good friend I have to break your heart"
Okay, universe, we need to have a talk.
The first time anybody who isn't a blood relative or extremely close friend brings me flowers, and it's on the day I've made up my mind to tell them I'm not interested? This will not do. Disappointing people fucking sucks enough already, you don't have to make it harder.
Also, boys? A girl paying for her own dinner is not a sign she's going to decline another date. I pay my own way more often than not. It does not mean I don't like you, it means the usual heterosexual dating rituals make me uncomfortable. If I let you buy me dinner I feel like I owe you something, even if your only intention is to do something nice for me. A girl saying "I don't think I can do a relationship right now" is a sign she's going to decline another date.
I fucking hate dating. I hate sitting across a table from someone who is well-meaning and sweet and interesting and knowing I do not want to be with them and I will at some point have to tell them so. I hate it even when they take it gracefully -- more, maybe, because disappointing people who are genuinely decent is worse than blowing off someone who wasn't worth the time.
The first time anybody who isn't a blood relative or extremely close friend brings me flowers, and it's on the day I've made up my mind to tell them I'm not interested? This will not do. Disappointing people fucking sucks enough already, you don't have to make it harder.
Also, boys? A girl paying for her own dinner is not a sign she's going to decline another date. I pay my own way more often than not. It does not mean I don't like you, it means the usual heterosexual dating rituals make me uncomfortable. If I let you buy me dinner I feel like I owe you something, even if your only intention is to do something nice for me. A girl saying "I don't think I can do a relationship right now" is a sign she's going to decline another date.
I fucking hate dating. I hate sitting across a table from someone who is well-meaning and sweet and interesting and knowing I do not want to be with them and I will at some point have to tell them so. I hate it even when they take it gracefully -- more, maybe, because disappointing people who are genuinely decent is worse than blowing off someone who wasn't worth the time.