Dear Not-Hot Guy:
Dear Not-Hot Guy:
Your emails were good, and you had a great attitude! I liked your confidence and your forward-yet-teasing approach to catching my attention. I liked that you flattered me but not obsequiously. Normally, I push hard to get a photo, but you told me you didn't have one, but that "[you're] very attractive and [I] won't be disappointed," and I thought, gosh, no one would be idiotic enough to lie about that!
When I arrived, you waved me over, and I thought, "But, wait, he said he's hot!" Okay, to be fair, you didn't say "hot". You said, "Very attractive." But, to be honest, you're really not. I'm sorry, and you'll notice that I didn't do anything rude like turn around and leave or cut our meeting drastically short.
Maybe you were thinking that this was a fine approach because you would win me over with your great personality. That might have worked if you were as dynamic in person as you were in email, but, no, you had that desperate air of being caught. I could tell; you knew you'd blown smoke and that now the fans were clearing the air. What a waste. You wasted my time, and you wasted your own time. Pfah!
I was disappointed. Very disappointed! Not only had I been looking forward to meeting a very attractive guy, but I had been looking forward to meeting someone who tells the truth and has a firm grasp on reality. So you can see why I was disappointed, right? Because either you think you're hot, or you know you're not and you lied about it. I hate that.
Now, I'm cranky. I hate that, too. I'm going to call one of my hot boys to console me.
Smooches,
ClueChick
