Sunday, September 18, 2011

My Camping Trip with Half Jew

No matter how love-sick a woman is, she shouldn't take the first pill that comes along.
-- Joyce Brothers
You can find out a lot about a person by going camping with them. 

I think I learned too much.  But it was a good thing.  Doubt this guy is for me.  I wish I could say, "Well..he's nice but..."  I can't.  We were listening to the radio and I said I liked the song playing. He turned the station about 30 seconds later.  I thought he was kidding.  Nope.  He just didn't want to listen to it.  Not nice.

He isn't patient.  At all.  I'm pretty sure he yelled at every car on the road.  And we were flipped off several times. 

He whines.  A lot.  His back hurt.  His neck hurt. His arm hurt. 

I realize I wasn't at the top of my game either.  I was a bit cranky.  But everything he did annoyed me.  EVERYTHING. 

On paper, he is perfect for me.  But "on paper" never works.  I don't even think I could be friends with him. 

I guess its one thing to go on a date with someone for a few hours.  And another thing to be with them for more than 24 hours.

1 comment:

  1. Aw, camping sounds like such a cute date! However, it sucks he didn't live up to your standards. Maybe it's better that you learned these things about him pretty early on?

    But that radio station switching thing sounds suspect. What an a-hole move!