"I thought of you after reading this. LOL"

So not all too long ago I went on a date with someone I met online (a date which I wasn't really into going on, but you all know me...) I figured 'what the hell is there to lose', but then I realized after he sent me this e-mail today (even though we haven't talked in quite some time) that what I had to lose was my precious time and effort.  He recommended that I post this on my blog.  So... I am going to do so! (and then, of course, I will come back with my rebuttal tee hee!) 

A Love Story:

Once upon a time, an Army Aviator named Ron asked a beautiful Princess "Will
 you marry me?

                 The Princess said NO!
    ...and the Aviator lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles, did a lot
 of flying, got good promotions and duty stations and screwed skinny
 big-titted broads and hunted and fished and raced cars and went to titty
 bars and dated women half his age and drank Whiskey, Beer, Tequila, Rum ,
 did shooters and Flaming Hookers and never got bitched at, and never paid
 child support or alimony, never changed a diaper in his life and chased
 cheerleaders, movie stars, barmaids and kept his house and guns and never
 got cheated on while he was at work or on deployment and all his friends and
 family thought he was friggin' cool as hell and he had tons of money in the
 bank

  ...and he left the toilet seat up.
 
The end

 So, apparently, this guy thought I was a princess.  How sweet!  But I am sorry to hear that he felt a princess would make time to meet him out at 9:30pm at night in her work clothes because she hasn't even had a chance to go home yet, but thought it would be polite to  stay awake a little longer that night to hear him out and meet him.  I am also sad to hear that instead of preferring a beautiful woman who is educated and takes care of herself while being extremely loyal and attentive (because she is a "princess") he would rather have numerous skanks of all walks in life (cheerleaders and movie stars were his choice he stated).  It's sad that whiskey is the source he would rather go to at night to mend his sorrows from a bad day instead of the warm arms of a caring woman who made him dinner and brought him a cold beer to cheer him up.

And all so he could leave the toilet seat up.

You are right, I am a princess because I know what I want and it is not you!  You are no prince, you could never match up to this. 

So...

 Dear Princess Hater,

Sorry I did not want to date you.  Move on and do not send me bullshit e-mails because all you did was make yourself look like a lonely, drunken, disease-ridden pedophile.

Sincerely,
Princess T <3