You’re a really terrific woman, but I don’t have time and space in my life to start something…
With you.
I am deeply attracted to you; the reason I didn’t stay the other night had nothing to do with that…
But everything to do with the fact that I had grown tired of you and wanted a cigar more than I wanted to get laid.
I could kiss you all night…
Except for when you press your face too hard against mine and I can feel your teeth pressing through my lips and threatening to draw blood.
I’d love to go with you to a Bastille Day Party…
But I wonder how much it will cost me since in the five times we’ve gone out (in at least as many weeks) you’ve had a dozen opportunities to open your wallet but never have.
I really sorry that I had to cancel dinner with you…
However, when I told you that I had to go deal with my ailing father again and you pouted about your new dress and cancelled plans, I learned everything I needed to know about you.
I’m really sorry that timing isn’t in our favor…
And that it never will be.
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