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But he morally fucked up.

I’m going to tell you a little story.

A few months ago, I met a guy in a coffee shop while I was working on my computer. He came up to me confidently and it only took him about 5 minutes to get my number. He was charming and gorgeous and tall and seemed to have his shit together. A girl’s dream, right? I was totally smitten and we decided to go out the following week. We went out for drinks and kissed. That’s it. I could tell he was anxious to bring me back to his… but that ain’t my style and I wanted him to work harder, so I said no. And I might have mentioned I wait a while before sex so he would need to be patient. Anyways, after that one date, I didn’t hear from him again. I even stooped to my lowest level and texted him a week after the date, and never got a reply. Wtf right? I concluded he just wanted sex because he did seem very keen on me the entire date, so I quickly got over it and forgot about him.

Fast forward a month later, I’m sitting at a restaurant alone doing work on my laptop (again) (my life), and guess who I see walk in? Yup. The guy. 

He spots me instantly and comes over to say hi. I’m polite but uninterested. He apologises profusely and gives me all kinds of shit excuses of his ghosting. I say something along the lines of “Listen, it’s totally fine, I barely know you, no I don’t think you’re an awful person, I hope life has been treating you well, but I gotta get back to doing work”.

He was trying it on with me again and I just didn’t have time for it. Although… a part of me still really wanted him. He was a Ryan Reynolds lookalike with ridiculous charisma and it drove me wild seeing him. Ugh!!!

He went to sit with his friends and I continued eating my macro bowl and working on my comp. When I finally asked for my bill, the waiter told me that it had already been paid. THE FREAKING HOT ASS GHOSTER PAID MY BILL. Fuck my life, I thought. He is really making this hard for me.

I tried to leave in a hurry and he ran after me as I was approaching the door. “Please, can I take you out again?”

I said, “Thank you for paying for my bill, but honestly I don’t have time for guys like you, I’m sorry”

Trust me, the temptation was there. It was freakin’ THERE. But my gut was telling me that his ridiculous charm and cocky attitude was alarming. This is going to sound a bit controversial, but from my experience the super freaking insanely good-looking charming ones are players. They’ll cheat, they’ll lie, they’ll be dicks, because they USUALLY get away with it.

Moral of the story is this:

When someone shows you their true colours, believe them the first time.

I’m so busy as is, and I don’t have time for stupid games. I honestly value my own life and business and friends so much that I refuse to spend time on “meh” guys. And as I always say… the moment that you put yourself first is the moment your life will start to change. Go with your gut and don’t search for love because you’ll just end up settling. Settling is for the losers, and I know you’re a winner.

x M