Take a Bow

Well I had to give Whitesnake the ol' heave-ho. Something about the constant pushing for a private guitar lesson in my one-woman apartment just felt odd. I don't care if you're Eddie Vedder, I don't need you in my home on the second date to teach me guitar.

And let's not forget, I am a lady. I'm not so desperate and lonely that I need you to come over at 9 p.m. on  a Friday night to...make beautiful music together. So after he replied to my text asking if we could skip the jam session and go out somewhere with, "Why? You don't want me in your apt?" I decided Whitesnake had played his last song. I know it's lame, but I don't owe him anything at this point, so I texted back saying I was tired and working late (half true) and was going to stay in that night.

Plus I was spot on about him being....simple. Not a lot going on upstairs. Well, other than the need to meet girls on the Internet and use guitar playing as a metaphor for infiltrating bedrooms.

In other news, I have two new gentlemen I'm very excited about meeting. One said he loved Hot Tub Time Machine, which I don't care what you say, I've been dying to see. Maybe we're soul mates.