Another one bites the dust...

I like men who are assertive. Not aggressive, not bossy, but assertive. Assertive doesn't mean you can't be kind and polite, but it does mean you ask for what you want. You don't let people walk all over you and then whine about it or wear it like a badge of honor. The sneaky sleezy ex was not assertive. And, I attribute much of the heart break he caused me to be a result of his non-assertive (aka pussy-ass) tendancies. I think much of it could have been avoided if he had just been able to ask for what he wanted. This is a major contributer to my feelings of disdain for potential mates who are non-assertive.

Unfortunately, the genius has fallen to this level. I had suspected he was a bit of puss when he told me about making soup but not delivering because he didn't have the nads to tell his ex-wife and her friend to leave a bowl of soup for his sick friend. He said he sat there feeling at a loss of words to have an excuse to ask them not to eat all the soup. I wanted to say - why not the truth. why not say, "I'd like to take a bowl of soup to my sick friend, so please leave one." If this were the only incident, I wouldn't call puss. But, coupled with other incidents, my conclusion is puss. So, the genius's application for boyfriend has been denied. I'll be his friend, but nothing more.