I think the biggest problem is that I am too eager for love. After that, my next biggest problem is that I allow so many worthless men to come into my life with empty promises and lies/game, that once I have potential quality man approach me, I treat him as if he is just as worthless. And let me tell you, no one of quality is going to hang around while being treated that way; especially by someone that they haven't known that long.
And let there be an argument -rolls eyes- then you might as well close that option because they are not getting to know someone who they argue with so soon. Now me...I'm different. I wont allow a weak argument to break my interest in someone. Now if its an argument over something major, then that's different.
I just had an argument with this "new guy" from the "all time low" about visiting me. He said that he wanted to bring a friend so that he doesn't have to travel so far by himself and started to insinuate that he could hang with one of my female friends. I told him that I didn't have any female friends out here to keep him company, if that's what he was getting at. And he goes "we will work on it." So, me being me, I let him know that "we" aren't working on anything because I'm not about to go try and befriend some girls out in this scandalous city so that he can entertain his homeboy. Again, he says "we will work on it." This is where I got pissed off because I told him "no" once already and he chose to dismiss my concerns with a reaffirmation of his plans. Not cool. I don't like controlling men and he obviously doesn't like difficult women. So he was out of the door.
Mind you, I know this was my fault because all I had to say was "okay, we can work on it." But the truth is that I had no plans of "working on it". And if I tell you I don't want to do something, don't tell me that we will work on it...because "we" wont. If you would like to bring your friend with you, then you two should be the ones "working on it". This is Chicago. I'm not going to go grab some chic off the street for his homeboy. Whatever he was thinking, my answer was going to be no.
Difficult? Yes, I am. But I'd rather be difficult that a push-over. Kick Rocks. -kick-
