Lost in Translation

A few days ago, I finally told Boris that there will never been a future for us. I tried to tell him as nicely as possible. Told him that just right now, I cannot get myself into a relationship. Timing is just not there, I tried to explain to him. But lets be truthful for a minute, if a guy of my dreams, preferably spoke fluent English, red-blooded American frat boy stumbled into my vision- then yes, I would make the timing work. But all these things, Boris is not. He just does not get the social cues I have been dropping for him.

Finally, last night, I had enough. Beating around the bush and trying to be nice clearly was not working and he did not get the hint that we can be friends- but I am NOT your girlfriend. He called me to hang out. I told him I was not feeling well and was going to stay in. He said, "well, maybe I will drive by your house and we can sit in my car and talk. I haven't see you in three days, I miss you baby." THIS IS ENOUGH.

After he said this to me, I lost it. I went on raging bitch mode and let him have it. I explained to him that, first of all, I get sick of myself after a few days so why in the world would he want to spend that much time with me, second of all, even if you do feel this way, I don't care. I am not your girlfriend, go share your feelings with someone else, your mom, your dog, your therapist, I don't care who, just not me. I tried to tell him that just because we made out does NOT constitute a relationship. He asked me if all southern girls were like this. I replied with, you cannot base an entire population of girls below the Mason Dixon line on me, but this is the way I am.

Basically, if I were more mean spirited and could live with myself- I would tell him this,"The reason we will never be together, nor have ever been in a relationship is because I do not like you. Just because you took me on a few dates does not entitle you to make the decision that we are in a relationship. You are not my type and there are a million guys in New York, and you are just not my type. Go away." .... But, I could never bring myself to be that mean.

So this is how I am dealing with the situation. Avoid hanging out with him until he just gets tired of trying. So far, this strategy might be working. Here is the text message from this afternoon (note, all spellings are how they were sent to me...):

Boris: Hey wats goin? Isaak me nd maybe a few of my friends wanna hang out. Are u nd jo up to go?

Me: Sorry, jo is not in town and I'm in the city with some friends

Boris: Oooo ic u comin bak soon?

Me: Not sure

Boris: Ic well let me know wen u r bak nd if im around we can go play some pool kool?

Me: Ok

So needless to say, the kid clearly doesn't understand English and cannot type either. I am sure there will be more to this saga.

Until then, so far the lesson learned:

If they don't speak English or mention to me to 'behave myself' after a first date, then the guy CLEARLY is not for me.

Peace, Love and Byeeeee Boris,

B