So I was at the bar with a group of friends when I felt someone squeezing on my side. It caught me totally off guard because I was in the middle of a conversation with one of my homegirls and knew it wasn’t her grabbing me on my love handles. I turned my chair around to see who touched me and it was some guy who was sitting in the stool right next to me at the bar.
Me: Ummmmm…why are you touching me? Can I help you with something?
Him: Oh, I just wanted to get your attention to talk to you.
Me: My attention? Are you kidding me right now? You’re sitting right next to me. How about you say “hello” or “excuse me miss”? You don’t just put your f*cking hands on me and grope my sides like we know each other.
Him: My bad. My bad…So you’re really light.
Me: I’m really light? Ooooookkkk. Did you really just grab me to tell me that I’m light?
Him: I mean I like your complexion.
Me: [BLANK STARE] Thanks?
I turned my chair back around, ignored dude, and continued my conversation with my homegirl. While turning around, I met eyes with a handsome, chocolate gentleman who was standing across the bar. He was making faces trying to make me smile because he could see that I was annoyed with the strange guy next to me. I jokingly mouthed to him “HELP ME!” and he eventually came over to my side of the bar. [Hallelujah!]
Me and the chocolate guy chatted it up…He was very cool and funny and, thanks to him coming over to talk to me, the annoying guy went away. As the conversation progressed, I learned that the chocolate guy was single [thank God!] and interested in me [PRAISE DANCE!]. He asked for my information and we quickly exchanged numbers.
He shared that he had a son and completely doted on him, so much so that he pulled out his phone to share pictures of his little man. He was a cutie and about 3 years old. He continued to show me pictures of his son, which started to feel a bit strange because he could’ve stopped at picture number one and also, I never even asked to see any of his pictures. As he continued to scroll, there were some pictures from his cousin’s wedding and what appeared to be a family picture of what I assumed to be him, his sister, and his son. As it turns out, the picture was of him, his son, and his “ex”. [Huh?]
I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt and thought the pictures were from earlier in the year or the year prior, but NOPE! The pictures were from 2 weeks prior in Atlanta and, to make matters worse, he shared that they still lived together. I can’t!
THIS DATE IS OVER….before it even began!
He tried to convince me that they were no longer together, but I wasn’t buying it AT ALL. I’m not taking family photos, traveling out of state to a wedding, and cohabitating with a damn “ex”. [GTFOHWTBS!] He called a few times, but I told him in so many words to lose my number.
Sincerely,
He’s Full of Sh*t
What would you do in this situation? Would you date someone living with an ex? Do you think he was really single? Would you take a road trip and family photos with an ex? Would you attend a wedding with an ex?
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