+ Fish Seven +

The last fish I've met so far I still am unaware how to take him in. Fish Seven is... well a fish all his own. We met at a park close by and he played basketball (mediocre-ly at best). I watched and we talked about our jobs, family, friends, etc. We spent quite a bit of time talking and he kept talking about how he's a nice guy and likes to pick up hitch-hikers.

We ended up making out - which was okay at best. His mouth was a little too big and ended up sucking half of my face... yeah, that happens more often than one might think. I have to wonder how guys think that's a plus for the ladies. Seriously if you're sucking on my chin chances are I'm not really enjoying it. I'm probably comparing you to a dog already.

We went our separate ways. Where he continued to text me like you wouldn't believe for days. All while trying nothing but attempting to get into my pants. Which actually isn't something that makes me feel inclined to hang out with a guy. That makes me think you don't respect me at all, have no desire to put in any effort, and don't actually want to get to know me at all. I tend to get a little testy.

I don't think a guy has ever made me feel more cheap, less interesting, or disrespected. I'm only lately coming to this conclusion. He's only interested in hanging out last minute when he wants to - never willing to hang out when I want to. Not willing to hang out with zero physical contact, etc.

I just feel like all he wants is to use me.

My instincts are probably right.