Don’t date me because I’m too easy to please. It’s cute at first but it will tire you out eventually.
Don’t date me because I have severe ineptitude at performing mundane tasks (i.e. cooking, operate a washing machine etc). It could be some sort of cognitive malfunction, I don’t know but I do know it’s not ideal.
Don’t date me because I have difficulty articulating my
actual feelings. For someone who loves to engage in exchanges, I don’t really say a lot. It could be pretty dragging. And cockblocking too.
Don’t date me because I’m too ambitious, unmaterialistically speaking of course, for my own good. Because I’m always insecure. Because I always feel like I’m not good enough.
Don’t date me because I’m a cheap thrill seeker. All your efforts impressing me with how fat your bank account is will be pointless. I would rather be doing deep water solos somewhere than listen to you brag. Except that I’ve never actually tried doing deep water solos really but you get the point.
Don’t date me because I have disgusting manly habits. I have an appetite of an overworked truck driver and I snore like one.
Don’t date because I’m not a trophy material if that’s what you’re looking for. Enough said.
Don’t date me because I’m hard to get. I don’t want anyone to feel like I’m leading them to a purposeless pursuit.
Lastly, don’t date me because my ability to reciprocate affection is fatal it should be illegal.
Unless you’re crazy.