Sometimes, despite my better nature and good intentions, I can be a real B!
For example… I got off the bus from Jersey at Port Authority in NY and this normal, nice guy approached me. He said he’d noticed me on the bus and wondered if I took it into the city regularly. (Which I do.)
Then he introduced himself and said he really hoped I was single, so he could ask me out.
You all know the answer to the ‘am I single’ question by now. A resounding YES!
But instead of giving this poor schmuck a chance, evil Liz reared her ugly head and straight up lied.
‘No, I’m not single.’ But thanks for embarking on mission impossible… asking me out on a date. Few have managed that difficult task and fewer have succeeded in garnering a date.
In hindsight I really want to applaud this guy for taking initiative. It’s one of my main complainta about the 21at century man.
So to recap… he wasn’t creepy, he approached me and he was nice. I mean, those are some excellent qualifications.
So I ask the 10 million dollar question….
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME???