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You know, I don't know about you, but I get myself into trouble all the damn time.

But to be fair, it's not always my fault.

Hey Tarnz, I need to ask you a question.  What do you think of..?

And then I will politely wait while someone speaks with me.

Then they will stop and wait for an answer.

This, fortunately or unfortunately, depending on where you are standing, is where I will be thinking, Don't say it...Don't say it...Don't say it...Don't say it...

Ok...and then there I am in ten bucketfuls of hot water.

Honestly, I try my hardest to be polite.  I really do.  And as you can see, I understand the concept of politeness, being PC and absolutely 100% not saying what I think.

But somewhere between the third and fourth Don't say it.... I say it.

And it got brought home to me again today, when I had another little, well, thing.

And all because someone wouldn't take the answer, No.

Now normally, if it's a No from me, I try and make it a real easy one.  You know, It's not you, it's where I'm standing right now...

But today, the guy just wasn't letting it go and wanted to know, Why?  

Now to be fair, the guy was super hot, so I'm pretty sure this was why he was having issues.  It was a new experience for him.  But anyway, he kept trying to force me to acknowledge that he was hot, that I did actually find him attractive and I really, really did want to shag him, and it was only my old fashioned, puritanical ideals that was stopping this NSA shagfest from going ahead.

Because he was super hot.

In the end I said, I'm sorry, I've just had better offers.

In which case this very studlike muffin, lost his shite.

Better than me?  That's not possible.  I'm 38, got a great body, am super hot...wait, is this because I said I would never date you because you're 52?

No...but that probably didn't help.

Look you seem like a nice guy and I don't want to hurt your feelings...

Tell me!

Don't say it...Don't say it...Don't say it...Don't say it...

Well, if I'm being honest, 38's a bit too old for me if I'm going for a toy boy, and there's too many men out there who are interested in me that are younger, fitter, hotter, taller, funnier, have more interesting conversation, couldn't give a flying about my age and are far better educated.

Let's just say it didn't end well and leave it at that.

But back to what I was orignally saying, I get a really bad rap some days, but this, as you can see, is very unfair to me, but easily fixed.

Don't ask me the damn question.

Wishing you much awesomeness.

T and Spirit