Pol was wild.

1st date she took me to a sex shop to pick up gear for another guy she was courting. Then broke up with me after date 3 because she was offended I was homeless.

"You can't have been homeless. Your parents loved you."

And I was like... "Yeah well, sometimes you don't want to live with people who love you. Like sometimes people love you and you'd still rather live in the streets."

And she said we were clearly incompatible because I should have immediately apologized for telling the story about my brief time being unhoused.

I'd write it as a Medium story but no one would believe it. 😆 Also, it was kind of like... well... maybe I dodged a pretty Siberian bullet.

(I love reading your thoughts on relationships and your dating stories when they pop in my feed.)