[dropcap]The PhD.[/dropcap] We had a first date. He seemed super interested. I wanted to be super interested. But the next week. The one in which he said we should go out again. It came and went. And we did not go out again. In fact after that initial date and texting session. We never spoke again. Nothing. Nada.
Now I can’t say I’m super upset. Mostly I’m just peeved the same way a child is when you tell them they can’t have a toy even though they likely forget what it is they wanted within an hour. Mostly just upset when somebody isn’t fucking falling-off-chairs-writing-love-poems-masterbating-non-stop-to-thoughts-of-me-swooning over me. But I’ll survive.
The truth of the matter is. This was a glaring rebuttal to my previous theories about A. my ability to manipulate my own feelings of chemistry and B. the fact that simple intelligence is enough for me (fix link). The thing of the thing is. He was a bit creepy. I wasn’t very attracted. Truth be told. If it hadn’t been for his raging intelligence…I likely would’ve never gone out with him at all. Not even a second look. And I definitely wouldn’t have been up for a quick peck on the date. A lip or two. A kiss kiss wait and kiss and done. But it happened. Because he wooed me. Just a smidge. Just a titch. Barely at all. But a bit. With his brain.
The same brain which I attribute his being a dick to. Because honestly he was a bit of a dick. In the arrogance kind of way. But honestly I get it. I don’t know how you can be that smart and not be a little dickish. Just Sayin’. And did I want a second date. Certainly. Did I want a future. Likely not. But at the very least I wanted to be nominated for an award. I wanted a callback. A 2nd round job interview. I at least wanted my name on the fucking ballot.
And the truth is I thought it was. Would be. Was getting one. I was cocky. I assumed he’d thought I was awesome. And maybe he did. Maybe he lost interest because I didn’t get frisky on the first date. Maybe he sensed my lack of lust for him. Maybe the after date texting was a trap that I sluttily fell into. Maybe he has a girlfriend. Maybe he’s gay. Maybe he’s dead. Who the fuck knows. And aside from the fact that. Pause. I know this doesn’t make me look good. Unpause. Aside from the fact that this would have been excellent research into what it’s like dating smart guys (something I have no experience with), it’s really not a huge deal. That and ya know I had been hoping to have sex with a super aggressive guy. Fail. But hey. You win some you lose some. Sometimes it’s as simple as that. He was a dick. I got cocky. Nobody made contact. And it all just went away. The end (of ThePhD).
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