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Dodged a bullet



I specifically post this picture on my dating profile because it's an indication that i like to ride.  


Every man i've ever ridden with has been respectful, intelligent, driven and yes, pretty damn badass.  

Every man i've ridden with.

I've been offered many rides i haven't taken.

Case in point.  The last guy, supposedly the President of some club i searched for and could not find ANY record of anywhere, not even a mention......he wanted to take me out for lunch, and a long ride.

Okay.

So I say, lets meet and have drink somewhere.  Not a date, a meet.  Lets lay eyes on each other and see if there's any interest, any connection.  I'm not dating your bike.  

He agrees, seems happy about it and then immediately before we are supposed to go he backs out.  Says he wants to come pick me up the next day and spend the day together.

um.....no.

I say, hey, it's cool.  We can meet somewhere Saturday and........have a drink.  not a date, a meet.  Lay eyes on each other and see if theres any interest.  

He says "you really wont go for a ride with me?"

I said " I really won't get on a strangers bike, no"

Okay so in the spirit of being honest i will say that this hasn't always been the case.  ehem.  But that was then and this is now.)

This dude ghosted me.  Hey, it happens to the best of us.  

And in this particular case, because he was SO adamant  and SO offended that i wouldn't let him pick me up on his bike....I have to wonder, what the hell did he WANT.  If if was me, he wouldn't have had a problem with meeting me first.  Matter of fact, he should have been the one demanding it. 


I dodged a bullet.  I know i did.  



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