(Shit) Bucket List

What a relief.  Now I can cross going on a date with a married man off my list.  What a night.  I suppose I could have jumped up and walked off after he told me but that's not me.  I can take a punch like a pro.  It's only later that I get introspective and fucked up in the head over it, wondering what the hell is wrong with me that I'm the magnetic north of douchebags. (btw, I just spent five minutes figuring out if I spelled douchebags correctly).  If he hadn't been married, it would have been right up there in the top 2 of the 3 dates I've been on in my life.  It was surreal.  I would be dishonest if I didn't admit a part of me enjoyed denying him and having a very calm, cordial matter-of-fact discussion about how I really was never going to go out with him again. The man expected a fucking ribbon for being honest on our first date.  I told him I would have preferred he not ask me out at all.  How does he think admitting you are an asshole who cheats on his wife is a redeeming quality?  "Hey, I told you I was married instead of lying to you so...can we go out again?"  A part of me wants to be offended for being picked as someone presumably stupid enough to reward his honesty with continued contact.  But whatever.  My suspicions of something being amiss were validated and that's not bad either.  I don't hate men, I'm resisting hating them anyway.  I'm just fucking over them right now.