Once upon a time in the year of 2013 I was a hot mess when it came to dating. I cringe thinking of how I acted during that entire year. I went from being a strong independent person who didn’t need no man to a crying over guys left and right. I definitely hadn’t a clue on how to truly date or how “boys” really were, but let me tell ya…I learned quick. During a chilly October night I encountered the worst of them all.
But the night had become so awful my eyes shifted to the ceiling. I thought, “God, you had your chances I’m becoming a ho.” It was during those moments when my phone lit and my now boyfriend of 4 years finally texted, “Do you wanna hangout tonight?” It only took him, what? Two years to ask! - Paul Travis
Now let me make something clear before we go on. I was never one to go on dates or even let a guy get close to me.
I did however love to tease men, but never gave what I promised.
Out of all douchelords I met prior—let’s call him Todd—was the nicest and actually took me out to dinner. Shocker right? Believe me I know! In this day and age not many guys even know how to take someone out to dinner.
As we entered the tiny dim lit restaurant he held the glass door for me, and I thought it was so sweet. I remember thinking, “He may not be the cutest, but he’s treating me better than 99.9 percent of the guys I met this year.”
Curious to why something starting off promising turned into the worst ever? Well, here’s three reasons why:
We were seated in a booth in the far right side of the area. There were mirrors on the wall and I of course casually checked myself out before taking a seat. Couples were all around us and people looked out of curiosity. For certain occasions when out in public I like to be low-key and a bit more reserved. Well I don’t even think at the time I said anything funny and he was already laughing obnoxiously. Seriously I had no idea why he was. The mirror on my side literally showed I was turning red.
Pushing hair from the corner of my eye I wanted to say, “excuse me…what’s so funny?" Instead a faint smile formed on my face before thinking, “Oh lord have mercy. Jesus.” The waitress came over and took our orders—everyone knew what he ordered.
We started out with the basic questions while waiting for our food that you normally do when getting to know someone:
Todd had a stable job that seemed to pay good, and also wanted to grow within his company of employment. He was very responsive about my writing career, which is always a plus in my book. While discussing career goals our food finally came and this is when I completely wanted to just hide underneath the table.
His chewing was as loud as his laugh, which he kept doing with a mouth full of food and talking. My eyes watched as if it were all going in a slow moving pace. Putting a big bite of food into his mouth his voice sounded like a deep agonizing tone as he said, “I want kids. You know I want the white picket fence life. A husband. Kids. Love.”
At that point I didn’t give a shit what he wanted, I wanted out and everyone around us knew, but him.
When I looked around I could see their face expressions. I was fidgety and I sorta moved down in my seat waiting for this to be over! I’m not a rude person and I wasn’t about to treat the guy on the other side like he was some loser.
But the night had become so awful my eyes shifted to the ceiling.
I thought, “God, you had your chances I’m becoming a ho.”
It was during those moments when my phone lit and my now boyfriend of 4 years finally texted, “Do you wanna hangout tonight?” It only took him, what? Two years to ask! I couldn’t wait. I moved the date I was on as fast as I could—and I made sure to end it in a nice way.
While I didn’t say it to his face I however texted him as soon as I arrived to my front door before proceeding to cleanup and change to go meet the guy I’ve been crushing on for years! In short terms I basically told him I’d think we would better off as friends. He wasn’t happy with that response and told me he doesn’t have time for new friends.
I felt relaxed after all was written and done. At first I was scared to tell him, but I did because it was the right thing to do. I rushed inside to change and of course before I left the house again my mother had to get her say in, “Paul, you better not be acting like a whore!”
“No Mom! I am going to hangout with a friend,” I looked at her before saying, “Love you! I’ll see you later! Bye!”
Tips On How To Handle Nightmare Dates:
In the end of it all, that night I truly met the love of my life. Words can’t describe what it was like meeting my boyfriend in person. I’ll save that for a different post. However, we are celebrating 4 years together you can check out my social media post on Facebook below!
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