The one about my one-month relationship

so here it comes, as writing of my dissertation is unlikely now (too dark outside to write...a dissertation) and watching CSI Las Vegas too tempting...so remember how I wrote back in March about this personal trainer/law student my friend Edita was meant to hook me up with? well she did. it started like in a movie, I was meant to meet him in a cafe, so I walked in and saw all these geeks until I walked around the corner and there he was. Luckily, he was cute and turned out to be the best heterosexual man I have ever met to talk to. I mean I could talk to him about all these things most guys wouldnt understand (think organic food, third world problems, etc.), not some first date crap. and it felt so natural, like I met my soulmate and we had so much in common at the intellectual level (well except for his idea about women being better at doing housework than men- he thought "a guy sweeping the floor would look odd and unnatural"- women's emancipation hello!). Also I found slightly worrying that he was exactly the same age as my ex-sort-of-bf and lived in the same town...
Anyway we kissed on the first day and I was blissfully happy that I finally found a guy whom I not only fancied but actually could have a meaningful conversation with. Plus he really seemed like the "good" guy I always dreamt about, a guy who delivers what he promises, doesnt play games, doesnt lie, give lame excuses or avoid uncomfortable conversations. Plus Edita said he was into serious relationships so I couldnt wait for the second date. Second date equally great so on third date I stayed overnight in his flat (hint hint you know what happened...well actually you dont - right after we had sex, instead of rolling over and falling asleep snoring, he got up and started cleaning up,folding my clothes into a neat pile - he was obssessed with cleaning although he would prefer his woman to do it). Anyway, in the morning we went to work together and everything seemed fine...thats when everything started to go wrong
Before that night he would text me all the time and call when he said he would call, afterwards no sign of any text message or a phone call. So naturally I panicked thinking I was bad in bed and therefore he dumped without telling me, spent endless nights with Zuzana in pubs with her reassuring me Im just exaggerating so then I plucked up the courage to text him and he replied but in a very vague and unconvincing style. So I forced Edita to find out what happened (god bless mutual friends who can have these uncomfortable conversations on your behalf) and turned out he was an asshole who tried to avoid the break-up talk with me. Apparently he thought I was really great and sweet girl but there was enough spark between us (did he need three dates and sex to find that out???according to research it takes seconds to tell if you want to be with someone or not, not a month!well maybe he wasnt that much into science). so that was my one month relationship. the only I regret about it are my favourite knickers that I forgot in his flat (his after-sex cleaning up wasnt that thorough after all).
I should have listened to Zuzana who warned me against (future) lawyers...I know you told me so!Here's a rule of thumb: guys born in 1979 and living in Kladno are a NO NO NO! please keep reminding me of that...

BTW Anna's baby due in 4 days!