So Brad (hence forth known as ‘Bathtub Brad’) and I went back to my place at the end of the night and I told him very flatly that I was not interested in a relationship with him or anyone else at the moment, but even if I was after a relationship he just wasn’t my type. Like I said, I’m instinctual. However, as I also mentioned before the wine was flowing. We started to get it on, but before it went to far I called it quits and decreed that we should both have a shower (should I not be mentioning this while you’re at work? Sorry about this being an essay). I got into the shower, which flows into the bathtub, and I turned on the water, he jumped in behind me and broke one of the legs of the bathtub was sitting on which in turn broke the waste water pipe. I told him I had to call the landlord and he had to go right away.

We spoke again a few nights later on the phone, I told him again that I don’t want a relationship with him because he wasn’t my type, that I operate on instinct and that I could tell from that first meeting. He started talking about how he was at a disadvantage and how I hadn’t given him a chance, somehow in his mind he seemed to think that the only reason why we wern’t together was because he had broken my bathtub. He got very upset, kept sending me text messages all night, that he wasn’t going to be able to go to sleep. He rings me up tonight asking if I had missed him and that we hadn’t seen each other since last year (this all happened 2-3 weeks ago, I only met him this year). Tonight he’s talking about how he’s been down and depressed but didn’t want to talk about it on the phone and now we’re going to have coffee on Wednesday evening.