None of us are backups, none of us like being treated like toys, and nobody likes having their time wasted by a flake. I’ve given chance after chance, hoping they’ll “change” and be nice to me. It generally gets worse, rather than better, and if not taking being treated like crap counts as pouting, I’d rather be the Queen of selfies than a fucking mug.
I’m a firm believer in getting shit done, and if you say you’re going to do something, do it, or you better have a bloody good reason why not.
Four hours later we left, and I mulled over his weak excuses versus his height and relatively sparkly eyes. Over the years I have spent hours….even…of my life….waiting and making excuses for other people’s flakiness and general piss poor behaviour, and expecting them to change. An hour later he still couldn’t give me a straight answer, so I made the choice for him. One guy couldn’t be arsed to keep in touch and kept cancelling.
Another one could never make up his mind what he really wanted. Deleted, blocked and sent him smartly on his way back to the land of Teenaged Twattery.
"Definitely eye-opening and mindboggling at the same time. After all, how much is success with women worth to you? Now, you may be wondering why I am pricing this at such a low price. my goal is to help you get better with women, not rob you blind.