I have a number of things that, yeah, there’s just no way I’m going to date you. They include (but aren’t limited to):
1. I won’t date a woman who drives a Pontiac Grand Prix or Grand Am. This has since expanded to the entire line of Pontiac cars. On the plus side, with the announcement a few months back that Pontiac would be shutting down, in the near future I might be able to cross this off the list.
2. Studded belts. And on a related note, I own a t-shirt that states, “I see a white belt and I want to paint it black”.
3. Ugg boots. Really, I don’t like them at all, but have considered revising my stance on this. Can’t fight for everything, right?
4. Women who wear pajama bottoms outside the house. This is as bad as men wearing sweatshirts and mesh shorts. It’s two in the afternoon, why are you just getting out of bed?
5. Women who run funny. I had forgotten this was on my list, and found it while reading some of my older writings. Which means, yes, I’ve talked about this list before. Many times.
My friends might point out that as long as most of them have known me, I’ve never had a girlfriend, and perhaps it has something to do with this list. The truth is, I don’t actually believe in the list.
It was like my party trick: “Zach, tell everyone again about the things you’re not looking for in a relationship.” The list is just a stupid thing I did with too much time and not enough dates. And while a person who stands on principle is admirable, sometimes he also has to know when to fall on his own flawed sword. It’s impossible to predict what you'll like in another person. I told a girlfriend over and over how much I hated horses, and then the next girl I dated owned a horse. What does that say about me? It says that somehow I found one of the few girls in the area who had a horse.
It’s time to retire the list. I’ll keep in my back pocket; maybe recite it at a party once a year, but desperates can’t be choosy, right? Except for the pajamas thing. Honestly, go get dressed.
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