So, this was in 2018. I met a guy at a coffee shop. He was hosting a poetry night. My friends and I stayed after the poets went up. We met the host and he seemed nice. We all exchanged social media platforms. I thought he was attractive and so I messaged him on Instagram.

I now know not to message guys first and to only show interest in men who have demonstrated their interest and their high value first. At this time I was still under the bullshit of "equality" and liberal feminism.

Anyways, this guy asked me if I wanted to hang out with him. I said yes. His idea of hanging out was driving around in his car. I was bored but it wasn't the worst "date."

We agree to meet up again but this time for a real date. Anyways, he ends up texting that he can't take me out to dinner because he has to deliver an amp to his friend. I should have just said okay but I said, "that's fine. We can meet up afterwards." He knew I was very busy and worked two jobs. I shouldn't have made time for him.

We end up getting fast food. Then he tells me he's poly. I'm pretty open minded but I'm not going to date someone who is polyamorous. So, I decided to ask him about it.

Here is why he said he is poly. He had an affair and cheated on his ex. So, yes the reason he is poly is because he can't control himself. He has no impulse control or will power.

He's also bi. I don't date bisexual men because they will put me at a higher risk of contracting HIV.

Well, what I can look back on and be proud of is that I didn't sleep with him, didn't do anything with him physically, and it ended quickly.