Books a Man Has Given Me That Made Me Swear NEVER to Go on Another Date with Him EVER Again

I have that pink cover edition SIGNED. Suprise, suprise.

Some dude whom I dated a couple of years back gave me a phillip roth book which was a total drag. He was such a phillip roth kind of guy it was destined not to work out. A first conversation with a guy I really crushed on was about more obscure Salinger stories, ding ding ding!

My current guy struggled throughout his childhood with dyslexia and learning disabilities so never learned to enjoy reading. After teaching many such students, I do not fault him for this and have no issues with loving a man who does not read. More room on the bookshelf for me!

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I have received both, in separate, rapidly disentegrating dating situations.

I have been given good books by men who don't want to rapidly disintegrate, or rather date me. Including "The Giving Tree" which was a very "aw, shucks!" Christmas surprise from a ne'er do well who is one of my dearest friends. Explaining him to the women whose hearts he breaks is not easy. I rely on the anecdotal evidence that, by giving me that book, he must have a heart. Just don't ask me to find it!

I still have the "Batman" comic that the rogue who broke my heart, for the very first time, gave me in passing. I was 13 - he was 20. nothing ever happened between us - I was simply in love with him. And he knew it.

Beware Bukowski in any form! And at any age!

The Bukowski was worse than the fan fiction.

I think the only things that would put me off would be utter crap - if someone buys me Harry Potter or Bridget Jones they clearly have no idea of or relation to what I'm like or interested in.

-- bankster (reduhnekkisssss...), February 13th, 2007.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Nicole Kidman rocking the Aryan ice-queen look as Mrs. Coulter.

The initial post is what i was responding to - texts given within the first moments/days of a burgeoning relationship that just really make you go "Err..Nope."
Bukowski was almost thematic at one point in my dating life. I am not the drunk blow job giving redhead that you crave, ok? I'm the other one.
A nice guy fell in love with me because of my hair and my job. Through Robbins, "Still Life With Woodpecker (i think), he thought his purpose was to fall in love with a long-haired redheaded waitress. He gave me razor blade earrings for Christmas, and I thanked him. And then, a few years later, I ruined his wedding. But not on purpose!
The next guy fell in love with me because I slapped him before I knew him -I was drunk and hadgotten a group of people involved in hijacking a street sign to use as a battering ram - protesting the first war, the Gulf War> it is all so silly now. "No Blood for Oil!"
We ended up at my place, and i was decribing the Breughel print I had on my wall when I discovered him looking at my tits rather than the print. So I slapped him.
I, of course, have no recollection of this. So I carded him the next time I saw him, because he showed up at my bar. He thought that was pretty tough! I had no idea why. I had to card people, and I didn't like his attitude!
That's my blackout boyfriend. And Breughel boyfriend. He didn't have any books EXCEPT Bukowski. Doom!
He was extremely handsome and had a really good stereo system. And we did a lot of drugs together. Mostly acid.
he removed a nectarine pit from my vagina while tripping - I had placed it (shoved it) up there in an ill conceived moment of earth goddess hallucinations. We had eaten the nectarine.
i really shoved it up there. because I had to fake contractions to get the thing out for his finger to grab it.
It's almost like we gave birth to that nectarine pit together!
i think i should either press submit or rethink this entire post. Fuck, it's the sandbox.
I won't be puttin' that on the parenting thread!
And he didn't read good books!

this is a song by J-Lo or Gwen Stefani or someone like that?

: o

i hated hollebeucq (elementary particles) so much i almost started hating the friend who lent his dog-earred copy to me. we have drifted apart, tho, anyway :/

I dumped her.