I went to a mixer one evening with some friends. Everyone was having a good time, including myself. At one point I was standing off to the side when a guy tapped me on the shoulder. We made small talk. Afterwards, I kept it moving. Later on that evening, he stopped me again and asked for my number. He was handsome so we exchanged numbers.
The conversations were great. He appeared to be real intelligent and fun. For a moment, I thought this could work. We finally set up a first date. He told me to meet him at this nice restaurant for a late dinner. I get to the restaurant first and it's almost empty. This is weird considering it is Friday. I make my way to the host, who politely asked me if I needed anything. I tell him I am meeting someone for dinner and will take a table for two. The host proceeds to tell me that the restaurant closed 10 minutes ago. I pull out my phone to make sure I am at the correct location. Ole boy tells me he is parking and on his way up.
As he enters the restaurant, I tell him the kitchen is closed. He gets all flustered asking to see the manager. I guess my word is not good enough. After the manager confirms that the kitchen is closed, I make the suggestion to go to a sushi restaurant next door. We get to the second spot and things are going well. We have a good conversation over dinner, followed by cocktails at a nearby lounge. The night ends with him walking me to the car. I give him a hug and head home. I decide the restaurant mishap was just a glitch.
We schedule a second date on a Wednesday. He wants me to try an Italian restaurant. Afterwards, we are supposed to go to the movies. I was scheduled to meet him for 6:30 pm. I arrive at 6:20 pm, and let him know I am there. He tells me he is in route. Well, 40 minutes later he brings his happy ass on to the restaurant. Oh yeah, he is buzzed. Turns out he and his co-workers decided to go to happy hour after work. He was having so much fun with them that he was extra late meeting me. I promise had I not been so hungry, I would have left. While I am eating dinner, he's picking away at a salad with glossy eyes.
At this point, we have missed the movie start time. We stretch out dinner to catch the next showing. This one is in 3D. I am secretly happy he has to pay more for this showing. Fifteen minutes into the movie, I hear some snoring. Is this fool serious? The booze and dark lighting knocked his butt out. I decide not to wake him and enjoy the movie. Once the credits roll, I wake him up. This date has left a bad taste in my mouth.
We continue to stay in touch, then all of a sudden he's ghost. I knew he was going to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, but it' not like his phone doesn't work. After almost a week, I hear from him and he asked if I could stop by his job. I oblige. While chatting in his office, he tells me he feels like he is the only one putting in work and that he is used to a woman actively pursuing him. I had to control my facial expressions. I paused, and shut that argument down in under a minute. By the end of it, he was apologizing to me. His convenient amnesia did not amuse me. I had to remind him that I've answered his calls, returned his calls, made calls, had him over to watch movies (Rated G evening), and managed to be on time to everything.
Now, I am starting to lose interest. He is working my nerves. On top of that, a family member suddenly passed. I have to accompany my grandmother to California. I sent ole boy a text message letting him know. Two days later he calls to ask about my Sunday. I tell him I am in California. He's all confused. At that point, I went into thug mode. "So damn dude, you not checking text messages now?" "Always whining about about not feeling the love." "How about you scroll through that phone of yours." I hear the click sounds and know he is checking my text. Now it's "My bad." "So sorry." Blah, blah, blah.
I get back home and have had enough. The next incident was the deal breaker.
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