I may have to create a new category for “dating hell.”
This time I won’t even get as far as a Date From Hell.™ I will stop this at the Phone Call From Hell™ and pause to once again thank the Gods and my own inner wisdom that I don’t give these bozos my real name.
Guy pursued a lot on the ‘net. First contact, I wasn’t sure I was interested. Second contact, I was made slightly uncomfortable by something he said. Third contact, kinda nice, kinda too pushy, but I started second-guessing myself. Don’t I like pushy guys when I meet them? Shouldn’t I give this one a chance?
So anyway, phone call. Just as he calls, Arthur came home. So I said “My son just came home. He just had his first shift on his first job.” (Which, by the way, yay Arthur.) Well that was it. This guy launches into this stentorian monologue: “That’s fantastic! That’s so great! He will have skills for the rest of his life. You have done such a good thing for him. He’ll learn morals, he’ll learn ethics, he’ll learn how to connect with people. No matter what he does in the future, these skills will be his.” On and on and on. And it doesn’t sound bad to type it, but it was so bombastic, and so lectury, (and so loud and so rapid-fire) and we had just started talking. We’d never spoken before. Isn’t this a little over the top? He doesn’t know anything about Arthur, and he doesn’t know what I’ve done or not done, and hey, why does he need to learn morals? He already has morals. » Read more..
