After a douchebag?
I think it’s important to get yourself up, dust yourself off from all of the bullshit you were apparently rolling around in, and get over it.
So, that’s what I did. I got up, dusted myself off and decided to accept an invitation from a man for a … “meet”. (Yes, I’m back to Meets!)
Now the interesting thing about this particular man is the fact that he is …
Gorgeous.
Utterly beautiful. Downright hot. Women stared at him wherever we went. Men stared at him wherever we went. I introduced him to a friend of mine, who is and always has been gay. He stared at my Meet. Then he stared some more. And then he looked at me and said, “I suddenly feel conflicted.”
*Laugh*
You know what I did? I stereotyped. I absolutely stereotyped this man because of what he looks like. And yes, probably because of the douchbag and my fair share of them over the years.
BAD BAD QT!
You know how that goes. Men that look like him are typically jerks. Men that look the way he does don’t have to treat women well because they have women fawning all over them. A man who looks like him would never want to date me. Blah Blah, I could go on and on.
Instead, I’d just like to say that I was the jerk for stereotyping this guy. Cuz really, he just proved me wrong. A whole heckuva lot wrong. Once I realized just how wrong I was, I actually laughed at myself.
I’m not saying he’s my boyfriend, I’m not saying it’s going anywhere. What I am saying, is that I had a great meet (that turned into two meets) with an extremely enjoyable, handsome man.
And yeah, that old favorite saying of mine is true.
Never judge a martini by its color.
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