Non-Negotiables

There are particulars that a person has when they’re dating: I won’t date someone who does this, looks like that, wears THAT… but rules are consistently broken, or what most consider to be “compromise.” You meet someone, start to have feelings and learn to accept those little differences and begin to coo over each other’s bad habits.

And then there the non-negotiables. Non-negotiables are strict rules during the dating process. These are set-in-stone and just cause for immediate foot-in-your-ass, out-the-door-you-go, talk-my-hand, because it’s over, rules that require no negotiation. I had someone tramp on my non-negotiable last night (oddly enough, outside of Tramp). Someone whom it actually hurt walking away.

I understand I may be one of the coolest, laid-back people out there, and I’m understanding that everyone has skeletons, pasts, etc. There are just certain things that I will not stand for — one of which is a fucking 24-year-old that resolves to inhaling whippets on a Friday night. Don’t fucking lie to me and act one way in the process of getting to know each other, then be somebody else two weeks later.

I heard the statement: Don’t bust my balls. If I wanted that, I’d go back home.

I told him to go.

He tried to explain that “I didn’t know him”… and I responded: You’re right. I don’t know you, and I don’t want you to know me. Then I turned away from him, walked alone down the street.

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