Frank

Let me tell you all about "Frank"....
I started talking to Frank about a week ago. Met online as per usual. Now Frank seemed so promising! We were able to talk with ease, trade jokes, and actually talk about something besides sex! Most men hold true to being able to think only with thier third leg... Such a shame. I think with my gentials too most of the time. I just don't let them make all the descisions! And therein lies the problem with meeting Frank...
After a week of talking thru email, text, and actual phone conversations we decide to meet and watch movies. Cool. No expectations. So I thought. Excited to have a fun evening and enjoy the company of this guy I get along with really well. The time arrives. Frank arrives. Turns out Frank is one of those amazingly rare people that actually looks better in his pictures... Shit. Guys, let me tell you something we all know but rarely admit. A woman will know within seconds of seeing you if you will get her into bed that night. Within minutes if you will get her into bed EVER. And that includes the rare drunken mistake roll in the sheets. Frank was never going to get any of that. He would always be in the Friend Zone. But I tried to enjoy my night anyway! Still enjoyed talking to Frank and we still had a good rapport. All goes well until about 15 minutes into the movie we are watching Frank makes a comment that I find offensive. I won't say the comment, but anyone that actually knows me realizes it takes ALOT to offend me. He did it in 15 minutes. Ok. Whatever. Keep going. Brush it off. Water off a ducks back. Ok. Another hour goes by. Frank starts wanting to cuddle. Alright. I do friendly cuddles with my friends. Lean into each other kind of thing. He puts his arm around me and asks "So what do you think?" Shit. Now I'm put on the spot. I was hoping to take the cowards way out and tell him in the morning via text what his fate was. I'm stuck for it. How do you tell someone that clearly is interested in you that you don't reciprocate? Well you just have to do it. So I do. As gently and nicely as possible. And all of a sudden the man  I was sitting next to disappeared. In his place was a whiney, self pitying, big ass baby! OMG! Guys, dont EVER say this: "This ALWAYS happens to me! I must not be attractive!" ....We have our own insecurites about our appearance, we don't want to know about yours. And I'm also rather vicious and when a weakness is shown I either take advantage of it or I lose all respect for you. Usually both. I'm a bitch. So now I have to try and explain WHY he will only be a friend. I tell him that I don't feel any chemistry. I didn't want to tell him I felt no spark, he probably would have thrown himself to the floor and had an outright temper tantrum. He says HE feels chemistry! We had chemistry over the phone! "It's because you like assholes isn't it?" No. It's because I like men. And it doesn't end there boys and girls! Oh no! Now he continues to guilt me by saying "I led him on". Really? I invited you over for a movie and that says to you "I want your boner"? I don't think so. He is making me feel so guilty a couple tears escape my self control. Which is just mortifying. Crap get me out of here! Oh... Wait... This is my house! I should have told him to leave. I really should have. But no. I roll over and let him stay thru another movie. Cause I'm a dumb ass. And then this morning he texts me and asks how I am. I respond after I get out work and ask how he is. His response? "Fine. I see you wont talk to me all day." Dude. I was WORKING. Busy! With my boss around constantly! I didn't talk to ANYONE all day! And I'm DONE being nice to you! Grow the fuck up, strap on a pair, and bother someone else! Par for the course I guess...