Take a Hint
Seems perfect right? 2 words for you. Bad f'n kisser. By bad I mean horrible. And by horrible I mean the worst kisser that I have ever locked lips with...by a long shot.
So to make a long story short, instead of being up front and honest with Hans and telling him: "I don't want to go on another date with you because you are a bad kisser and we all know that if you can't kiss, you can't fuck". I thought it would be best to tell him I was busy until the new year - Figuring he would move. First week of January rolls around and guess who calls? Un huh, Hans. I ignored the phone call and message. Looking back, maybe I should have returned his call and given him the 'Its not you, its me routine' or something similar, but I assumed the guy could take a hint. He seemed normal.

So months go by and he's long outta sight and outta mind and my cel phone rings. It's him! (We are now into the middle of July) I don't answer and he leaves me a long message. The gyst of it: He wants to know what is going on with "US".
After 10 minutes of rolling on the floor laughing, and then about 10 seconds of feeling guilty, the only thing I could think of was; man thank god I have great intincts.