It was a few months after I’d broken up with my previous boyfriend, and I was starting to feel confident about getting back on the dating merry-go-round. Still, it had been a while since I’d been on a date—years, in fact, given that my last relationship had been a long-term one—and I wasn’t sure how to go about initiating all of the first steps that seem to easy on television and in the movies.

Fortunately, one of those things that comes with being single is giving off those ‘single’ vibes that seem to attract men from all around. Of course, it doesn’t only attract the good ones—it just helps attract anyone in sight. Sort of like flies and honey. Within a week or so, I’d been approached by a few guys, and the boost to my confidence as a result had been pretty good. I was feeling good about myself. It was good to know that men were attracted to me again, and that I still had it (whatever it was).

Of course, as I mentioned before, it wasn’t just the desirable guys who approached me, but also some who weren’t exactly my type. But given that I’d just come out of a relationship where I’d felt unwanted and undesirable, I felt guilty turning down these requests for a date. It was only fair to give them a chance, right?

So, I agreed to a date with this one guy who was. . .let’s just use the euphemism of ‘not my type’. Anyway, he arrived at my door with a bunch of wilted roses, and wearing an outfit that had clearly not been cleaned or even pressed. I reluctantly got in the car with him, feeling that I couldn’t pull out now. But as we drove, all I could look at was his stained shirt that was bulging at its seams, and his greasy unwashed hair. He barely said anything when I tried to initiate conversation, and I had no idea how I’d get through a whole night of this.

When, thankfully, we found ourselves trapped in a traffic jam, I excused myself and climbed out of the car, hailing a taxi to get home. I know it was a horrible thing to do, but I realized that I shouldn’t feel guilty about being picky—no one’s under any requirement to spend their nights with people they don’t want to be with!

One last thing before I go, I have decided to finally take the plunge and book the appointment to get that tattoo that I had gotten when I was young and rebelious removed. It has been exasperating me for a really long time now, it appears I have grown out of that whole adolescent stage now. However, I was looking on the page for tattoo removal birmingham and I don’t actually know if it will look better afterwards, some of the photos are a little bit unconvincing! What do you guys think is worse, a chinese symbol or a faint outline of one