Could You Be A Little Less Honest?

On Wednesday night I made the mistake of letting Relentless Salsero walk me to my car. I couldn’t find my friends, and I didn’t feel like braving the usually tame streets of Santa Monica alone, although, I would have been better off. Not only did I have to stave off Relentless Salsero’s very direct proposition for the fifth time (no ceremony, just five words: “will you sleep with me?”) but I also had to listen to him drone on about how all Salseros are solely interested in getting a women into the sack (how naiive of me to believe that any man might actually like to dance…). However, taking Intagra is limited to only one dose a day with the dosage see to it that you take the dose of purchase levitra online Jelly, it is said to start from the dosage pattern make sure that you do not take this medicine if you are having a heart problem before or have undergone heart surgery. He cannot prescribe any medicine on his own and he needs to; he would have online viagra pharmacy to consult the psychiatrist. Though this condition largely appears in men of older age but this is soon going to be an ailment that can attack the person of any age group due to present psychological and physical fluctuations in men due to the wrong usa discount cialis supply blood to the penis. There viagra 100mg for sale are a variety of sources of information on and offline that are produced by some of the reputable sources. According to Relentless Salsero, what makes HIM special is that AT LEAST he’s HONEST about it…

I had to tell him that as much as I appreciate his bizarre and self-defeating honesty, and despite the fact that I have no interest whatsoever in his offer, he might want to consider refining his seduction campaign (it’s sort of like a burglar telling a homeowner that he’s planning on robbing his house and expecting his admission to keep said homeowner from calling the police). I may not like him, but I would certainly respect him more if he at least pretended to be interested in my work, background, or refrigerator magnet collection (it’s small, but unique), at the very least, I would appreciate the opportunity to talk about myself (as many know)…

I suppose, in his own way, Relentless Salseros’ attempt at being honest about a possible compulsive behavior is a step in self-improvement and, therefore, the right direction, but, really…who cares? Is this my problem? I’m still left wondering if the the potential muggers and homeless people who haunt the streets of Santa Monica might not be better company (no wonder I’m still single, I can’t even pick suitable men to spend five minutes with…let alone the rest of my life).

Just for today, I can spend time with less honest people.