Guy: Ummm... You're a great girl and I don't want to bullshit you. I may lie, but I hate bullshitting people, especially you.
Me (knowing what was coming): Ok?
Guy: I'm leaving in two weeks. You saw my suitcases are packed and I'm going back home. If I were staying here, I'd love to be with you, but the matter of the fact is that I'm not.
Me: Well, i'm glad you tell me that now, and not the day before you leave.
Guy: Yeah... Sorry about that...You're (insert lots of flattering things about me here)
Me (stunned silence):...
Guy: Seriously, what do you think? He is a great guy!
Me (having a mental picture of his very unattractive, but very sweet friend): No, I don't think so.. But thanks for the offer...
Guy: I understand.. I guess he is not your type, huh?
Now how in the world did he think that:
a. I can be passed around like a toy car... ("It works great, really!")
b. That I would want that guy
c. That it's his place to play the matchmaker in the same breath as he is telling me that he blatantly lied in everything he told me about his plans, work, etc., and pretty much saying that he doesn't want me.
The minds of men work in mysterious ways...
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