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:: robert frost ::![]() Needless to say, I ran downstairs to stick my number in his box in a metaphoric gender reversal of sorts. And a few days later we had a post-work-out date. Hot damn. We go to a diner and sit in a booth. We talk about ourselves and our backgrounds and he finds out I am a bit of a half-breed. He pulls out this zinger, I’ve always been attracted to exotic girls.. Hmm. Now does that mean exotic dancers? Different girls? United Colors of Benneton Rainbow Coalition chicks? I’m not sure how to take this, but I am feeling about 8% put off. Further down the conversation line it comes out that I am an actress and he is a personal trainer who is considering going pre-med. Regarding his career change, he proceeds to quote the poem we all memorized in the 4th grade - I took the road less traveled by… I was like, what is this? I am an actress and he wants to be a doctor and he is telling me he is standing where 2 roads diverge in a yellow wood? I left a message that week on his machine saying that I had a family emergency and would be out of commission. I avoided the gym and his calls for a month. This was worth at least 40 points of bad dating karma. And believe me, it swung back around like a boomerang. |