I’m not a “Rules” girl by any means, but you canNOT ask me out for the weekend ON the weekend. On the rare occasion I find myself without weekend plans, my brain is looking forward to the alone time, and there’s a very short list of people I’d rather spend time with than myself. I’m kind of a delight.
If the conversation were totally honest, it would go like this: “Sunday? Sorry, no, Sunday I have to lie around in yoga pants, eat an irresponsible amount of sushi, and finally see Wall-E. I don’t feel like tarting up my dating representative — the Me who wears makeup and shaves things — and I’m not ready for you to see me without all the frippery. It’s a whole ‘man behind the curtain’ situation. You don’t want to see it.”