Thanks, but no
I have a new hobby and it’s one I thought I’d never take up – at least in Los Angeles. It’s part Heathers and part Mean Girls and it gives me great satisfaction.
My new pastime is rejecting men. Well, wait. I’ve been rejecting men for years in this town, but now I have a new, honest comeback to their “hey you want to go out” requests.
“That’s nice of you, but no, I have a boyfriend,” I say. Then I hang up giggling while jumping on my bed and twisting my hair. This is something I don’t get to say often and it’s liberating.
This boomerang guy and I have had three dates in three years because he’s a flaky writer who also does production on the road. Our annual conversations are about our writing projects with a dash of personal catch-up. Boomerang was shocked and disappointed I wasn’t available.
“Well congratulations. Let me know when you break up,” was his response.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight, because if I were ever to be single again, you’d so be there for me.
Thanks, but no thanks. Real Guy is more than enough for me right now and he’s already survived three dates with me.