For every guy that I’ve dated I’ve kept an ongoing list of the pros and cons of the relationship. I know most people save this exercise for when they think they want to break-up, but I find that it’s easier to figure out if you’re compatible during the relationship rather than months after you realize you’ve wasted time.
So here it is. Since I’ve dated a few engineers in my time here are the pros and cons that I have picked up on.
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Cons |
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- Sometimes he has the personality
of a protractor
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- An engineer is handy to have around
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- He makes obscure jokes about Star Trek,
the periodic table, and other strange things you don’t want to know about AND he thinks thats romance
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- Won’t buy anything without completing a
“cost/risk analysis”
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- He listens more than he talks
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- When he does talk, you may have a
hard time listening
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- He’s kind, modest, and nice to your mom
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Things started to get hot and heavy with Renee and Chris. After three weeks of great dates and innocent make-out sessions, things turned more adult.
Just as it seemed the deal was going to be sealed he stopped and asked her, “What number will I be?”
Shaken from the moment, she looked him in the eye and said she didn’t know. “What’s in a number?”
She puckered back up, but Chris lay motionless staring back up at her. With a sigh, she rolled over and counted on her fingers.
“You have to count!” he expelled.
She did and she was embarrassed, but I say don’t be. Honestly, what’s in a number?
This morning I walked into my local coffee shop only to find there was no skim milk available to doctor up my drip coffee. Now some people may be irritated by this, but I was delighted.
I normally choose to use skim milk as my creamer to save on the calories, but secretly I prefer the fattening milk. So this morning when I had no choice but to use half and half, I jumped for joy on the inside, of course.
The reason I bring this up is because the term “I feel fat” has recently been redefined for me. I’m not fat. Not even close. But sometimes we all feel a little blubby and lately I’ve been feeling extraordinarily blubby and so after putting anything in my mouth, I instantly start counting calories.
But this morning was a little different. After counting for awhile I realized something very important that I thought might be worth sharing. Sometimes a good cup of coffee in the morning is worth an ounce of blub.
Words to live by.
It’s not gross. It’s not scary. It’s disappointing. Sarcasmsabound wrote about his worst date. And whoa was it disappointing. Matt, thanks for entering the DatingTales Worst Date Contest.
