Went to an event this past weekend and was chatting with a few gentlemen.

Here’s a story of one I encountered.

He smiles at me as I walk past, I decide to engage. We start talking and he tells me about the sport he plays.

I ask him to tell me a story about it. This so-called “hilarious” story was how he waited three weeks to go to a hospital and the doctor told him he should’ve come in the day he injured himself. 🚩

Har har, so funny.

Next he tells me about how he loves Jordan Peterson. 🚩 Has seen all his videos and read all his books. 🚩

Cue, another man joining our conversation. Oop… I’m now standing in the middle of what I thought would be a pissing contest.

Guy #1 is relentless, and insults guy #2’s hobby. 🚩 Guy #1 repeatedly interrupts and over talks guy #2. 🚩

Guy #2 smartly decides not to engage and instead lets guy #1 rant about how smart he is 🚩 while giving me a side eyeing expression.

At the end of the night I go to leave and guy #1 asks for my number. (After having seen me give mine to guy #2)

Him: Hey, you should give me your number?

Me: Why do you need it?

Him: I’d like to take you out.

Me: Oh, thank you I’m flattered but I don’t think we’d be a good match.

Him: Why not?

Me: You’re not really my type.

Him: Well, what’s your type?

Me: I know it when I see it.

Him: Well whatever, just text me.

Me: (jokingly) Okay!

Him: (Seriously) I got you, you don’t have my number!

Me: I know! (Waves and jogs out of the building) ——————————-

Trying to meet men is the worst.

Imagine if every time you went fishing there were dozens of fish that might be poisonous…

no one would fish.