I am SO guilty of this.

Nothing makes my lady boner droop faster than discovering somebody’s shitty music taste. CALL ME WHAT YOU WILL.

One time in SF I met a girl on some dating site and we met up briefly at a small press convention to chat before setting up a REAL DATE. When we started talking about music, she looked absolutely puzzled at various bands I was mentioning (I mean, my favorites!) and then listed off some stuff I did not, er, necessarily agree with.

Needless to say a second date was never arranged. Yes, there is a special place in Hell for me, I know, I know….

ETA: As I thought about this more, I determined that: music is my everything and means a lot to me. I’m allowed to be picky about it in other people dammit.

(Source: lady-creep)