1. I don't like you.
If I don't like you, I'm not gonna like you, so you need to back off. Simple as.
I can't stand those guys who think that everyone should like them. And they're not necessarily the golden boys either (not that there's much of those around in real life these days), but it's skuzzbags too. There's always one, out of any genre of male, who thinks he's God's gift to women. AND I HATE THAT SHIT. You are nothing. Back off.
(For those who think this graphic is too graphic -- you're a pansy.)
2. You hate animals.
I hate people who hate animals. I really do. There's nothing more pathetic than picking on someone weaker than you. (That'd be like me picking on half of you who are reading this.)
And, after all, we're all animals. So, if you hate animals, you must hate me, since I'm an animal. And if you hate me, then I hate you, and if I hate you? Then that'd make *me* an animal hater. And it turns into this unending snowball of hatred. Especially since, as a hater of animals, you hate yourself. (Self-loathing is one of the more pitiful states of being, don't you think?)3. You don't appreciate the awesome genius of Schneiderisms.
If you can't understand why beating someone with a sock full of butter is funny, then I don't think we'd have anything in common.
Because, see, while you're still trying to wrap your brain goo around the concept of a butter sock, and how it can be an effectively applied as a weapon, they're eating drumsticks:
(Credit: iCarly Gifs)
And doling out life valuable life lessons:
4. You personally identify with certain Group X songs.
(Is this even the original video?)
5. You try to tell me that being with you is what I should want.
Refer to the first gif. I mean, seriously -- you don't know what I should want, could want, did want, or do want. Only I know what I want. And it's not someone who thinks they can tell me what I want.
Make sense? (Yeah, you know it does.)6. You don't know what Red Dwarf is.
If a gentleman doesn't know the awesomeness of Red Dwarf, then he is a....
(Gif via sherlienomates.)
Or just plain ignorant. I mean, it's been what? 24 years or something? You've had my entire lifespan to get acquainted with pure genius. What are you waiting for?
(If you didn't know and are STILL waiting, you are, indeed, a mega smeghead.)7. You want to cuddle. All the time.
I am a person -- not a teddy bear. I don't want to hold your hand and watch Pretty Woman while you cry and talk about how you feel like you're Julia Roberts and I'm Richard Gere. That's what your man friends are for. (Male bonding, right?)8. You have STDs.
I want to make this clear: I AM NOT A SLUT.
But I don't want to potentially have a relationship with a pox-ridden...human. As a people, humans are pretty gross, but I have no patience for the one's who don't take care of their shit. It's pretty idiot proof: where a condom and get tested.
Now that *everyone* has access to the knowledge of STDs and the havoc they wreak, there's NO EXCUSE. Do we or do we not live in the 21st century? (Of course, if certain Republicunts had their way, we'd all have syphilis, but that's a story for another day.)9. You wear spandex bike shorts as casualwear. It is not the badlands of 1992.
This image provided by Wikipedia perfectly stresses my point:
(To his credit, he is NOT removing the suspenders and trying to pass these off as day wear.)
10. You insulted my intelligence.
Having two X chromosomes doesn't make me dumber than you. If anything, it makes me superior. Y is, after all, a pathetically small chromosome. X is even killing it. It are true!
And there you have it, folks: ten more reasons why I will never date you.
If you're asking yourself "Is this the end? Has she run out of reasons?" I would tell you not to worry your stupid little brain cavity about it: I will always have more. Just as I'm sure you have plenty of reasons not to date me either.