So I’m having lunch alone outside of a cafe at an upscale mall when this tall chocolate man in a pinstripe suit walks by. (Anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE a clean-cut man, especially one in a pinstripe suit.) I totally melted because he was FINEand hoped that he noticed me because I was too shy to approach him. Anyway, our eyes met….I smiled…he smiled, but he continued on to wherever he was going. HOWEVER, he came back and asked for my number (SCORE!!!!). I was gushing and couldn’t wait for his call.Fast forward two days later…he calls (yay!) and we’re having great conversation until he places me on hold. While on hold, I hear him having a shouting match with some guy in the background and he says “I’ll get off of the mother f**kin phone when I feel like it! I’m tired of you clocking me!” When he returns to the call, I ask if everything is okay at home and that’s when he dropped a bombshell on me. He said “Oh I forgot to tell you…I’m homeless and I live in a homeless shelter.” o_0
(Sir, no one forgets that they’re homeless….GTFOH)
Long story more boring (as if it couldn’t get any worse), he spent the remaining 30 minutes of the call giving me a laundry list of his problems:
“My ex-girl kicked me out”
“My car got repossessed”
“I was gonna get a job”
“I bought a gun to rob a bank”
“I got fired from my other job”
Needless to say, the date was over before it even began because I blocked all of his calls after that conversation.
