So, I told y'all about my new admirer, he who only met me for a few hours before deciding I am his dream woman.
Yes, flowers are my kryptonite, but not when accompanied by a too sickeningly sweet card, when following days of over-the-top flattery and praise and pledges to "win me over".
I didn't know guys pulled these kinds of moves, honestly. There's no mystery here. No challenge. Just an influx of constant attention, and very little true interaction.
I just need to let him down easy.
'Cause this is getting ridic.