For this fool, I don't mind using his real name. I met Jamie through Plenty of Fish. We scheduled a meet and greet at ChaChos, a Mexican Catina. The first date went well for the most part. He did get the infamous side eye when he asked me what I like sexually. I let him know that conversation was not appropriate at this time and that it was way to early to discuss that. Jamie also kept complimenting my appearance throughout the date. Not that I don't mind a compliment, but he was being excessive. I did squeeze in that something could happen to me and I could be disfigured. I also emphasized how great it is to develop a strong foundation and friendship when dating. He agreed.
So we're laughing, having a good time. We discuss our backgrounds, goals, etc. He kept trying to figure out why I was single. Hell, I ask myself that sometimes. I am a great catch if I do say so myself. I just tell him I haven't dated anyone that progressed to the point of marriage. You know, keep it politically correct. Realistically, I have been meeting men of the Ass decedents: Cheating-Ass, Lying-Ass, Mr. Lover-Lover Ass, I Have Fathered the Southern Region Ass, etc. Men I know damn well can never meet my family or friends. Lol
Jamie proceeds to tell me about his dating history and how he has not met a quality woman. He seemed really geeked to be on this date. On a surface level, resume wise, I have my stuff together. He was impressed. Technically, I was bringing more to the table than he was. Since I don't keep a tally sheet on things of that nature, I wasn't trippin. I have no problem working with someone and growing together.
Next, Jamie asked me what kind of wedding I wanted. I told him, but was surprised he asked that question. From there, he tells me he wants to court me and sees a long term future for us. He then tells me he thinks we'll end up married in a year. I had to work on self control at this point. I have been known to have facial expressions that show my thoughts. Was ole boy gas-ing me up, or was he serious? Either way I was a tad weirded out. I decided to "stay positive." Perhaps, he just knows what he wants. Perhaps, he truly sees potential. Perhaps, he is being genuine. So you know as soon as I got in the car, I had to call my girl to debrief.
The next day Jamie starts calling multiple times a days and sending texts. I am now addressed as "baby." Janet Jackson flashback: No my name is not baby, it's Janet...Ms. Jackson if you nasty. In addition to baby, I am also referred to as Mrs. DeJ_ _ _, his last name. Folks, a week has not even gone by. We go ahead and schedule date #2. Let's do some math, Tuesday was the first date and Saturday will be the second date. Within four days, I am his baby, future wife, and a breath of fresh air. Did I mention he told me he was thinking about me during the day. He said he was imagining what I would look like in my wedding dress.
Saturday rolls around and it's about time to meet. Jamie tells me he is at his homeboy's home and that I should leave my car there and ride with him. Errrr, hell nah!!!! I just pretend I didn't hear that and ask what time does he want me to meet him at the bar. I leave my girl's house and head to the bar. He shows up...late. Prior to the date, Jamie tells me he wants us to meet so we can talk. Why he picked a bar with a DJ, I'll never know. It is obvious we can't hear each other so he suggest we leave and head to a bar his cousin owns. I reluctantly ride with him. But wait, he is making a detour in the hood. Da hell? We stop at a house. I know he doesn't think I am getting out this car. As I am sitting in the passenger seat, I see a man walking up looking a little "crackish." That's when Jamie hops out the car. Guess what....that's my future brother-in-law....lol. Was this a test? Who would do it? After he checks on his brother during our date, we pick back up.
His cousin's bar was closed so we go to Buffalo Wild Wings. Luckily, it was near where my car was parked. Just in case I needed to make a mad sprint. While having our late snack, Jamie starts back up on how I will be his wife. He tells me in 20 dates we'll be engaged. He tells me about the house he is thinking about purchasing. He did slide in how we would just live in my house till his house was ready. I interjected how no one will be living in my house except me. I know me, I am territorial. I have made my mark all throughout my house. If I get married, my husband and I will start fresh in a new home. It's at this time the waitress rolls up for our order. Jamie says, "My wife will have xyz." "Your WIFE?!?" Did he just say that? I gave him the "chile please" look and laugh it off. The date wraps up and he takes me to my car.
Wednesday comes around. Wait let's do a logistic check, we just made a week. I tell him we can meet on my side of town for dinner and maybe do a movie. He agrees. Time is flying by and he hasn't called to set a time. I hit hm up. This is when it went to a "dark place." "Baby, it's getting late. If I come out there, I will stay the night." Did this fool just tell me he was going to stay the night at my home? He didn't ask, he just told me. I quickly texted that I was not ready for a slumber party. I then texted we could reschedule for Thursday where we could have an earlier start. Thursday comes around and it's almost 8 pm. I texted if he was still coming. He says yes. More time goes by and he texted if we could reschedule because he is exhausted. A few more hours go by and I call. His phone goes straight to voicemail. This is not like the Jamie I met 7 days ago that called multiple times a day.
Jamie has now gone ghost. He just straight up stopped communicating. I guess his feelings got hurt when I told him he could not spend the night. HILARIOUS!!!! I guess this "man" thought he could gas me up, get in my pants, and keep it moving. No Boo Boo, this is not my first rodeo. I peep game. I had to feel it out to determine if he was being genuine. The slumber party incident proved he was full of ish.
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