After a slew of emails, Chris and I agreed to meet in front of a museum.
I'd venture to say⎯barring a nasty diagnosis or a death in her immediate family⎯she wasn't attracted, even though she liked him. In other words, she was either avoiding an act of rejection, or she was using him for his brain. "I hurt myself last night, but I can't say what I did," confessed one potential paramour over Pad Thai. We'd been hanging out for six weeks, and I thought there was potential.
Truthfully, I have no idea why this woman dumped my buddy.