I have no qualms dropping plates. Even to the point where I have basically dropped them all. Better to be alone to re-energise than to hang with vacuous personalities that suck the very soul out of you - and not in that that preferred way ;u) . In fact currently I only really have two, which technically aren't even spinning.
Dropped a potential last night for being dumb to the point of not being able to follow a conversation; literally from her previous point to the next. Here’s a brief excerpt from near the end of our ‘relationship’:
Ex-plate: ‘If we’re gonna meet, you need to chill out. You’re like a needy chick. I don’t need that hassle.’
(Basically I was being firm about not wanting hasty decisions and selfish histrionics from my woman; she said she didn’t want anything to do with me last week after I offered her a first date in the park. She was like, ‘I expected a bar’ – f*cking alcoholic British chicks).
TheMonkeyKing: ‘Hmmm, you know “I’m just at that age where I know what I ‘want and need’ ”...’
(basically throwing her own words back at her from all of last Thursday, when she said we were miles apart because I wanted park, she wanted bar).
E-P: ‘There’s nothing wrong with that. I’m no flakey 21 yr old.’ (She eventually flaked on me last Thursday, two hours notice, because she was ‘out of town’ [read: ‘better’ offer – turns out it’s to my benefit to not meet her at all] ).
TMK: ‘To be frank, I know 21 years old who are far less flakey than you [I actually do, and there much hotter than this troll] and I’m starting to become a bit concerned that you can’t follow the course of a conversation.’
If you see, though she recalls mentioning her ‘wants and needs’ last week, she does not recognise the hypocrisy (nor the double standard) of comparing me to a ‘needy chick’, nor did she recognise that I was ripping her a new a-hole via text.
-Her ‘needs’: wanting to go to a bar instead of the park.
-My ‘needs’: no hasty decisions nor selfish histrionics.
Conclusion: She's thick as pig-sh!t (though somehow employed as a teacher of the new generation). Plate dropped. Curve ball, dodged.
But there’s another I am chatting to online who I reckon could be an 8, borderline 9 when made up. She seems feminine and not overly concerned with constant entertainment/’adventure’ – probably the aspect of gaming that I find most exhausting; sometimes, I just want to do next to nothing for a whole, f*cking day. As far as I am concerned, those who are constantly seeking adventure have attention deficit problems.