I can appreciate his Churchill-like perseverance, but I’m pretty sure Churchill’s famous “never give in” speech wasn’t about dating. In war, be persistent. In love, be perceptive.
After the Dutch steak debacle, I thought Nick and I were through rehashing our non-relationship. But then I got this text:
So he wanted to get dinner with me, but when I told him I had other plans, he decided that he couldn’t even stay until the end of math practice. Does that seem a bit passive-aggressive to anyone else? Especially when, shortly thereafter, he sent me another text referencing the profile picture associated with my gmail account:
Math doesn’t create drama. Math doesn’t invite you to undefined steak dinners. Math is simple and straightforward.
Math doesn’t give mixed signals or go all passive-aggressive on you. Math doesn’t make obscure sports references in an effort to quantify your level of attractiveness.
Relationships with Math exist without ambiguity. People either love or hate Math. And Math either loves or hates people.
Math is basically the best boyfriend ever. So peace out, Nick. I’m spoken for. I’m committed to my relationship with Math.