Sigh. Most people read this, but it looks like you missed it (or intentionally ignored it, but I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt).

He lied. He misled me. When I connected the dots the next day, THAT is when I made it clear what I was comfortable with. He was not interested in what I viewed as a compromise, so I told him explicitly: we are at an impasse.

At that point, I wrote him a VERY gracious message thanking him for meeting me, wishing him a wonderful sexscapade in France (seriously — who doesn’t deserve one of those), and sending him best wishes on his search.

My contention has been constant: he was not honest. And I called him out on it. If you fail to see that at this point and want to continue to hurl inaccuracies and generalities at me, I suppose it must bring you some joy.

I am the chick that loves men. I write about the hypocrisy of my own gender. But this guy did not listen to me and lied to me. Not cool.

It’s an old saying, but: you are barking up the wrong tree. And it’s unfortunate that you are incapable of seeing that I am an ally.