Entry #103
REJECTION DIARY:
Losing Coach Stinks Like Ashtray


Dear Harlan,

While coaching softball this year, one of the girls' dads approached me, claiming to have liked me for over a year. Well, I decided to meet up with him one night after MY softball game. We went back to his place and hung out, and one thing led to another. We've been together for two months now, but we have not been intimate for about a month. He has given me some excuses, which are: we moved too fast in the beginning; he wants to slow it down; he doesn't have a high sex drive; and now the latest, I smoke and having sex involves kissing and I taste like a 3-year-old ashtray and the smell comes out of my pores. Please don't harp on me about smoking; I'm in the process of quitting. I don't know which, if any, of the reasons are the truth, but I feel so rejected, unattractive and hurt. I have tried talking to him in a joking way, but I am afraid of the REAL truth. Do you think these are just excuses or what?

Played Coach

Dear Played Coach,

I've never kissed or been intimate with a 3-year-old ashtray, but back in June, I did have a battery of allergy tests. I discovered that I'm allergic to tobacco, which explains why kissing girls who smoked back in college made me nauseated. I just thought it was their personalities. So, it can happen.

Putting the ashtray full of excuses aside, there's a bigger issue. You're letting him make you think that you're not attractive. A stronger, more confident woman would know that she's attractive and demand an honest answer, even if it's hard to hear. So, try to be that woman and have an honest conversation with him. If he insists that it's your smoking, quit and see how he responds. If you sense he's playing games, then quit seeing him. Assume that he got what he wanted, that he's dating someone else or that he's gay and you're the wrong gender. DO NOT assume it's you.

 





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