So I had been dating this girl, let’s call her Donna, for a couple of months and I was really digging her. I was feeling her so much that I was thinking about cutting off everyone else I had been dating to be exclusive with her. On this one particular occasion, I wanted to introduce Donna to my friends as sort of the next step to see if they approved of her, so we all met up for a night of bowling. Everything was going great….we were all laughing and joking. I was really excited to see that she was getting along with my friends…I was HAPPY! The night was…

So this guy slid in my DM’s to express his interest in getting to know me. I looked at his profile to size him up [i.e. make sure he wasn’t ugly, married, and didn’t have a bunch of kids] before responding. He passed the initial test, so I decided to give it a try. Anyway, we talked on the phone and he was really cool and easy to talk to. He was a smart, hard-working entrepreneur with a lot of great things going for himself. [Hey! This could be a match!] He invited me out to dinner the following week and I accepted. We met outside of the restaurant and…

I would have been ready to fight if this was me. LOL Read the post and share what you would do!

So I had been seeing this guy for about a month. I liked him a lot and really enjoyed his company. Well this one particular night, we went on a date and it was great as per usual. I didn’t want the night to end, so I invited him inside as he was taking me home. [Get your mind out of the gutter! lol] We watched TV and got caught up in the moment with incessant laughter and great conversation. Time flew by and I didn’t want him to make the 30+ minute ride home because I knew he was tired and it was very late, so we went into my room to catch some…

So I was bar hopping with my girls on a beautiful Friday night and one them had the bright idea to go to a hookah spot [I f*cking hate hookah, but whatever]. We arrived at the hookah spot and the vibe was super off because it was nothing but a bunch of young college kids. [I’m in my 30’s and this aint the move!] Anyway, I tried to get my mind right to endure hanging around the ‘youngins’ and ordered myself a stiff drink to calm my anxiety. As I placed the order, I felt a tap on my back and, when I turned around, it was as if time…