You remember Shane?
Well...
I messaged him. I told him - after a suitably non-stalkerish period of time - that he ticked my boxes and that I'd like to see him again. I understood his concern about the distance between my hometown and his; but emphasized that I'd managed to maintain a relationship with someone else who lived in a similar locale and therefore that shouldn't be the reason behind any refusal.
The response?
Well - that the locality was only one reason for the refusal for a second date.
The main reason?
My big penis.
Seriously. His text back to me said
"Yes, the distance is a problem. But the bigger problem is your penis".
So despite my hope that he was the one, he probably isn't. I was probably just another one-night-stand.
I suppose, philosophically, I ought to learn from this and treat my own needy one-night-stands with the same respect. I don't believe I don't.
Anyhow, I have to assume that I will perhaps never see Shane again.
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