So last week I went on a date with a guy that I wasn't sure about from square one. I spoke to him a couple of times on the phone and there was something I couldn't pinpoint that was off. He was kind of soft-spoken (and you know I am not), so I thought that might have been it.
We met for drinks after work. Voice was still very soft-spoken and now he had some sort of speech impediment. Not sure if it was a lisp, he was effeminate or his southern Illinois accent was getting in the way. But one way or the other it was hard to get over. From the neck down he was smokin' hot. Very built, huge chest, giant biceps. From the neck up he had the head of a premature baby. As in his head was waaaaayyyy too tiny for his body. As in the attached picture. But in real life.
Since I can't get over all of these things (one thing maybe...all together, not a chance), I decide I won't see him again. Of course he calls every other day. Still.
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