Only One Way Out

I'll start of with an apology as this is going to be another one of those self-reflection posts. My date just left. His name is Carlos. He works the night shift at the front desk. He is not hot but not ugly either. An average looking kind of guy who does honest work. He paid for my drinks and my snack. He doesn't have a car and I believe he really likes me. He has to because he puts up with my bitchiness.
I have been bitchy. I can't help myself. The guy is really trying but I keep cutting him off every time he tries something. He wants to sit next to me on the couch and I tell him to go sit in the armchair. He wants to go to the beach with me and I tell him that I am going by myself. He wants to dance with me I tell him he wishes he was so lucky. And still he wants to see me tomorrow and I am sitting here thinking of ways to avoid him.
So why don't I like him. It is not because he doesn't have a car. He said he was saving to complete his house on Anguilla. He has no kids or ex-wives so that can't be it either. I just know that I won't be going to bed smiling with butterflies in my stomach. I won't wake up tomorrow with a smile on my face and a bounce in my step. I will wake up tomorrow hoping he doesn't decide to bring up his radio so we can dance.
I guess I can pretend I am not home but unfortunately there is only one way out of this place.

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