Today, an email exchange I’d been having with a potential paramour took a hard right turn from flattery, flirtation, and general wooing into terse dismissiveness.
The cause? In a conversation about music, I mentioned the Ghostface Killah remix that was currently thrilling my brain, followed by my brief and surprisingly-not-aggressive defense of hip-hop when the potential paramour expressed his immediate disgust with my appreciation for hip-hop. (When I say "disgust", I mean instant "ugh, I can't believe you enjoy that" replies.)
Even the Wu-Tang Clan + Fugazi mash-up could not bridge that gap, it seems.
So: au revoir. Flattery is nice and all, but if you are going to roll your eyes every time I get excited about rap, you’re going to exhaust yourself in short order.
Mama said knock you out… of the dating pool.