Dontcha just loathe it when you have to knock someone back repeatedly? You know, when a body enters that stalker phase - when they always seem to be present, wherever and whenever.
One particular girl, who, needless to say, I really, really, did. not. fancy. springs to mind. For what seemed like years - it was probably only a matter of months - she would turn up round my house, and initiate the daily bout of flirtation. Actually she flirted, mostly by picking pointless fights, and playing the victim, I on the other hand, would be biting my fist with frustration. Unfortunately the meaner I became the more she seemed to like it.
There is nothing more unattractive than someone you want nothing to do with who won't leave you alone. It's, I don't know, the opposite of sexy. The anti-sex.
As for getting knocked back myself, well, I've been very lucky on that front. I can honestly say that I've hardly ever been blown off when it's counted. That could have something to do with the fact that I don't go for it very often, however. |
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