I think that, as a general policy, I don’t talk trash about the guys I go out with. I might say I had a bad time. Or that someone was older, fatter and balder than his pictures. Or that he was rude. Whatever. But I seldom come right out and insult the guys in a nasty way.
Well, my date the other night was an arrogant douchebag. I’m not going to bother sugar coating it. I spent most of the night listening to how much smarter he was than everyone he worked with. Oh, and how brilliant his new business idea was and how he was just, all around, a better human being than anybody else.
It’s mine own fault. I knew going into it that he had the potential to be one of those guys. There’s a fine line between confident and arrogant and he’d passed that line years ago. My bad.
I’m going to have to do better job of screening. I don’t think I can take too many more dates with guys like him.
Tags: arrogant, douchebag