The guy I went out with last week texted me and said “Hey, so it was great to meet you. I hope you don’t think I lead you on but I don’t think we should go out again. You’re just too… booky. I like quirky. Ya know. I want Buffy not the girl version of Giles.”
Screw you! I’m proud that I’m smart and educated. Just because your little boy ego was bruised because I didn’t fawn over you means that you get to insult me and try to push me down.