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completed Sunday, 2/14/2010
It’s been a while since I’ve been the rejecter, and I do sympathize that telling the truth and letting someone down easily sometimes seem incongruous. One man’s rejectee perspective: The compliation of reasons I’ve heard intended to explain a woman’s disinterest have ranged from mundane to creative, yet all have been variations of “It’s not you, it’s me.”
For once I think I’d like to be blasted for my perceived shortcomings. Mercilessly. Go ahead, let me have it with no regard for whether or not I can handle the truth. No assurances of how I’m “such a great guy, but…”
C’mon nice ladies of the world, at least allow me the consolation prize of believing you’re the jerk for being so ruthlessly blunt!