Due to a particular experience with one needy man, I find it very hard to take men who move too fast seriously. Seriously, just let me be. Don’t rush things, sending suggestive texts and emails and pushing me to do things your way. I just can’t put myself through pain again. It’s kind of funny because once I let it be known (through my actions) that I don’t want things to be done that way, I feel guilty. Guilty that I’m pushing men away. That maybe I’m missing something beautiful and extraordinary. That maybe he is The One. I just don’t know.

This is not about Fish by the way. Our date is still on.