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So I have known this girl since undergrad (so about 15 years) and the timing was always off for us: either I was clueless and naive or she had a boyfriend when I came to my senses. Anyway, we reconnected and started spending time together going to happy hour, movies, dinner…the regular stuff.
As time went on, our feelings grew stronger and we spent a lot more time together at her place and mine. [Cue porn music.] Things were going well, sex was GREAT [much better than expected], communication was consistent.
I teleworked on Friday so that she could stay at my place and we had a GREAT weekend together. Monday rolled around and we were texting throughout the day as per usual. She asked to come over after work and I was all for it. [Boom!]
I ran a few errands before she arrived and picked up some food, wine, and a toothbrush just in case she stayed over again. I got home all of 10 minutes before she arrived and I was scrambling to make certain that the house was on point [although my house is never dirty].
She texted me just as she parked outside of my house and I ran to open the door [something that I’ve always done]. As she made her way from her car to my house [which was all of 30 feet away] I continued to put away the groceries and wine that I bought so that everything would be in order by the time she got inside.
When she came inside, I heard her heels coming up my stairs which is a huge no-no because I have a shoes-off policy in my home [Something that she and all guests are well aware of. Not to mention, I have a HUGE shoe rack right next to the front door]. I asked her to remove her shoes and she caught slight attitude and flung her shoes down the stairs [first indication that something was awry], but I didn’t entertain her attitude and continued on with my cleaning ritual.
When I greeted her after putting the groceries away, I realized she had a Target bag in her hand and that’s when shit went downhill. I apologized for not helping her with her bag because I didn’t even know she had anything to carry with her and that’s when she said “had you met me outside by my car, you would’ve known I had bags to carry.” Would you believe that she proceeded to scold me in my house for over for over 15 minutes about this?
THIS DATE IS OVER
Me: I am not a concierge and there is no curbside service here.
Her: What’s wrong with meeting me outside?
Me: Unless you explicitly say to meet you outside, have groceries, or have a baby [she doesn’t have a baby], then you shouldn’t expect me to meet you curbside at your car.
Her: What’s wrong with making me feel special? It’s the chivalrous thing to do. Had you been raised better, you would’ve met me outside.
Me: I don’t have time for this. Let me finish what I am doing.
At this point, I was over the conversation [because I had pictured things differently in my mind…like us having sex]. I excused myself to finish straightening up and offered her some food and drink in the process. She declined [her loss], but I made myself a nice cocktail. While fixing myself a drink, she walked down the stairs, said “I’m out”, and left….We haven’t spoken since.
Am I tripping? What did I do wrong? Everything was great up until that point and now I’m confused. Was I wrong for not meeting her at her car 30 feet from my house in a good neighborhood [a neighborhood that she’s been to several times prior not to mention the weekend before]? Was I wrong for not just agreeing to only get the draws? I didn’t want to set a bad precedent and have her thinking that I will be waiting at the curb for her to walk her into my house every time she comes over.
A gentleman, but not your valet
So I was at my homeboy’s house party where this woman sparked a conversation with me. I was digging her because her vibes were on point and she was chill. It took me three months to ask her out because I was fresh out of a relationship and was taking things very slowly. Anyway, I invited her to dinner at a popular Brazilian steakhouse and she agreed to meet me there.
I arrived at the restaurant looking forward to our first date only to find out that she had the nerve to bring a friend. [Who TF does that?] Her friend was cute and I was hungry, so I stayed. I didn’t really say much because the two of them did most of the talking while the friend played spokesman so to speak.
I pretty much chilled and laid back as the night went on, but then the check came. This chick, my “date”, not only asked me to pay for her meal, but she asked me to pay for her friend’s meal as well.
This Date Is OVER!
I told her
f*ck no and she caught an attitude with me. So I paid for my food and left them both at the restaurant to figure out who was going to cover their tabs. How do you invite someone I don’t even know when I don’t even know you on our first date? First dates are one-on-one. You don’t bring company.
So I was at a holiday party on a Thursday night with one of my girlfriends and the place [a nightclub] was packed. There was a free buffet and, naturally, we gravitated to that line. [Hey! A girl’s gotta eat! Why turn down free food? Lol]
While in line, this rather attractive guy approached me and it appeared that the attraction was mutual. We had some small talk, exchanged numbers, and that was that. I let him know that I had a busy weekend ahead due to previous engagements and the fact that it was a few days before Christmas, but that we’d definitely get a chance to speak once the dust settled.
He texted me that Saturday, but I completely forgot to respond because I was distracted and tied up with throwing my own party. Once my party ended in the wee hours of the morning, I sent him a text message apologizing for the delayed response.
I only got a couple hours of sleep before I had to get up and head to another function: private brunch. I shot dude a couple of quick texts and let him know that I was headed to my next event. He asked me to send him some pictures from brunch and since I HATE when people ask me for pictures [especially when we haven’t even gone out yet], I sent him a picture of my food. lol After brunch, I did a little Christmas shopping and crashed as soon as I got home because I had to work the next day.
Monday arrived and it was back to the rat race. I received a good morning text from the guy and we exchanged pleasantries. We started talking about football and out of nowhere, he sent me 3 pictures of himself. [Ummmmm thanks? How narcissistic are you?] I told him that I thought him sending me pictures was random because I know what he looks like [I HATE unsolicited pictures from someone I just met! And this fool sent me 3, I repeat, THREE damn pictures like this was his online dating profile. This ain’t Tinder Bih! ] and his response was “life is unpredictable”. That was the extent of our conversation because I was at work dealing with a number of customers and my job is VERY busy during the holiday season.
Thursday came around and I had completely forgotten to reach back out to the guy. [Sh*t! My bad] Work was crazy and I was trying to wrap up a few last minute things for Christmas since I did my shopping extremely late. He texted me that evening and seemed to be upset.
I thought the guy was being overly sensitive and because I didn’t want the text “disagreement” to go any further, I decided to call him to clear the air. I mean, it wasn’t that serious in my opinion.
Me: Hey! I just wanted to clear the air because I didn’t want you to think I was mad or anything like that.
Him: First of all, you need to greet me properly when you call my phone.
Me: Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I wasn’t mad at you and I don’t think this text spat or whatever you want to call it is necessary.
Him: Well, it’s rude that you didn’t respond.
Me: I didn’t know that your last line “life is unpredictable” warranted a response. I thought that was the end of the conversation. Besides if you….
[he interrupted me]
Him: Well, you should’ve…
Me: Excuse me, I was speaking.
[he started raising his voice]
Him: That’s not how a conversation works. It’s with two people and both people get to talk.
Me: Yeah, but I was in the middle of speaking and when I’m done, you will have the floor. Anyway, if you really wanted there to be more dialogue, you could’ve actually had more to say or simply call…
[he interrupted me again and started shouting]
Him: I don’t know what kind of n*ggas you deal with, but I ain’t no p*ssy ass n*gga!!!
This Date Is OVER!
This guy had a serious meltdown. I mean he was absolutely livid. He probably didn’t hear me because he was yelling/ranting the entire time, but I said “I’m not going to argue with you chief. Bye!”, hung up, and blocked him immediately.
Of course, I could’ve called the guy beforehand or initiated more conversation before that point, but, honestly, I forgot. It’s not that I didn’t want to get to know the him. I just had so much stuff going on and plus it was less than a week before Christmas. I would’ve been able to explain that had he not had a full-blown temper tantrum.
I Can’t Deal With An Argumentative Dude
What would you do in this situation? Was she too insensitive? Was he too sensitive? Did he overreact? Did she overreact?
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So I matched with this guy on tinder, we exchanged numbers from there and he suggested that we meet for drinks. [Cool I love happy hour…right up my alley!] He asked me where I worked and I gave him some options to choose from that were close to me. We narrowed it down to a sports bar or a swanky Mexican joint…..he chose the sports bar.
I beat him to the bar, so I ordered an appetizer and a drink while waiting. I texted him to let him know where I was sitting and to see how long he would be. He claimed he was looking for a parking space, but 30 minutes later, he finally walked in and sat down. He was not as cute as his pics on tinder, but that’s beside the point.
Anyway, he ordered an orange juice…-_-. Mind you HE suggested happy hour. So I asked him if he didn’t like to drink since I found that to be weird when he suggested happy hour. He said he has to be in the mood to drink….ok. [Whatever dude.]
We started talking and he looked at the menu from front to back twice and complained the entire time. I suggested a few items on the menu and he turned them all down. He finally decided to tell me that he doesn’t like many “American dishes” because he’s African and the only “American” food he likes is Mexican and Chinese food because of the rice [Oh the irony that the two “American” dishes he likes aren’t even American. but ok sir whatever]. So I sat there thinking to myself, but sir I ORIGINALLY HAD A MEXICAN PLACE IN THE OPTIONS AND YOU CHOSE THIS PLACE! You coulda chosen the Mexican joint if that was the case!
At that point, I was turned off because all he did was sit there complaining, which made it completely obvious that he didn’t really come on this date to get to know me…he just wanted to complain about Americans.
THIS DATE IS OVER!
He rushed the date once he realized that I was uninterested after sitting there listening to him complain. He paid his tab, I paid my tab, and we went our separate ways.
Gotta love Tinder!