Trickery

So I was on a first date with this guy at a restaurant that recently opened. I was excited to go to the restaurant because it was a chic, modern spot with a loungy vibe (if that made any sense) and they were big on featuring local artists (I’m an artist by the way).  Anyway, things were going well (so I thought) until my date made a weird face.

Me: Is everything ok?

Him: Man what kind of place is this? It’s a whole bunch of cake boys (translation: homosexual men) in here?

Me: Ummmm it’s a new restaurant and what dudes are you referring to anyway?

Him: *points* Over there and right there

Me: Not really certain why that matters when you’re here with me anyway. Didn’t know that a couple of gay dudes sprinkled in this big restaurant who aren’t even checking for you would be such a big deal.

Him: They’re not even showing the game and they have all of these TVs in this place.

Me: *Blank stare* Well, this isn’t a sports bar and we didn’t come to watch any games [well I didn’t at least], so how about we continue to enjoy the evening without focusing our attention on outside factors?

I could’ve ended the date at that moment, but I tried to lighten things up instead because he seemed uncomfortable [whats the big effing deal about a couple of gay men in a restaurant though?]. He said he wanted to go to a sports bar that was about 30 minutes away after dinner for drinks and like the good sport that I am, I obliged.

We hopped in his car (because he drove) and even though I didn’t want to go, we headed to the sports bar. We were only on the road for about ten minutes when he took an unfamiliar exit off of the interstate and I just assumed he knew some sort of back way….that was until he pulled into a residential neighborhood. [Ummmmmmm where are we?]  He said he had to use the bathroom really bad from all of the drinking we did at the restaurant [you barely had anything to drink because you spent so much time complaining about the gay men, but whatever] and said he had to make a quick run inside. I said I’d wait in the car, but he asked that I come inside. [For what??? Do you have to poop or something?]

Anyway, I went inside with him [rookie mistake on my end] and waited in the living room.  He grabbed the remote to turn on the TV and I told him that wouldn’t be necessary since we would be leaving soon.  He then asked to show me around his house and I declined by saying “Don’t you have to go to the bathroom?”

He went to the bathroom and sat next to me on the couch when he returned.  We were talking briefly and then he said he’d rather watch a movie instead. [Did he just hit me with the Netflix and Chill move? Trickery at its finest!]

This Date Is OVER!

He proceeded to turn on some movie and I started to get pissed.  I told him to take me home and then he suddenly wrapped his arms around me to give me a hug. [Ummmm why are you hugging me???] He stared into my eyes [mind you I had the most confused look on my face] and, out of nowhere, pressed his lips against my forehead. [If you don’t get the hell off of me with your Best Man moves bro. You ain’t Taye Digs and I ain’t Nia Long. This sh*t doesn’t work in real life! See movie scene here] I was too through!

He took me home and did the same dumb ass, not-so-sensual Best Man forehead kiss move as he stood outside of my doorstep [Please stop…just stop].  He looked at me like some sad puppy as he stood in the doorway anticipating that I would invite him in, but I closed the door in his face instead.

You gotta do better than that man!

 

Sincerely,

I’m Not Having It 

 

What would you do in this situation? Should she have stayed in the car? Was he out of line? Should she have stayed to watch the movie or let him into her home?

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