Dating Stories From Hell
Story one:
I had been dating someone who lives about an hour away, we had been going out off and on for about a year, and we had had two previous blowups. Pretty sure this last blowup is the last one. I was supposed to take her to dinner, perhaps take in a movie and definitely go dancing. She showed up with a guy friend in tow (gay, but still a third wheel). I told her we could still go out, but I felt a little put out paying for dinner, when weren't really having a date. As it turned out, I ended up paying for all three of us, as she explained she didn't bring any money, and when she and her friend went out, they took turns paying, and it was her turn. We disagreed on what movie to see, so ended up deciding to just go dancing. She and her friend wanted to gather up some other friends, so they took off, leaving me at the first bar we had stopped at, but not before hitting me up with some money before disappearing for the night. She was supposed to call my cell when the troops were gathered, but the call never came. Now to back up a week or two, I had laid out about 200 dollars for some school books she needed (she's studying nursing, while working as a nurses aid), and had followed that up a week later with another 150 for some nurse's uniforms she needed. She called me a few days after that evening out, asking why I hadn't called. I explained the situation, we argued, and of course according to her I'm the petty, untrusting, insensitive one. I would describe some of the previous blowups, but I would come out sounding so gullible, so idiotic, I really couldn't stand it. Especially having gone back for more of the same treatment and panhandling so many times before.
Story two:
I met someone recently, who asked me to stop by, we were supposed to go out to dinner. I get there, it turns out she doesn't have a sitter, and oh by the way can I spare $20 so she can get the kids something to eat, and we can get together later. All the while two rather thuggish looking guys hovered on her rather run down porch, eyeing us as we talked. I passed her the twenty, thankful I hadn't gotten in any deeper. OK, maybe this one doesn't count as a date, since I got stood up, sort of. She called me later, but I told her I didn't think I was really interested.
When I was younger, I don't ever remember meeting someone, and have them hit me up for money the same night, or the first date . . . or ever really. Guess, I must be looking more and more like an easy mark these days.
Story three:
I met someone dancing, we danced all night, it was nice. I got her number. We were set to go out. The night rolls around, I show up, the house is chaos central between her five kids, and three more from neighbors, friends or family. Her sister is supposed to watch the kids for the night, but she's MIA. Her cousin watches the kids for a few minutes, while we try to track down the sister, we return after about a half hour, it seems clear the night is over. She apologizes, that dinner seems to be off. This time I don't get hit up for money, but I feel vaguely guilty, because I do not plan on calling back.
This is a very representative sample of the last six months dating, all of these women met while I was out dancing. The lesson seems to be, while I like to go out dancing, I have slim chance of meeting someone I really want to spend time with, in a real relationship. I also suspect offering a women a drink greatly increases your chance of meeting an alcoholic.
I've probably gone out over 50 times in the last year. Lately I've been going out two or three times a week. I'll probably end up with one or two phone numbers on any given weekend. About half the time I won't be able to reach the person on the number given. The majority of those that are left don't end up in dates, for reasons I'm not really sure of. I don't think I come off badly when I call, so I assume, most were not really interested before giving out the number, but perhaps are in some weird way they are trying to be polite, or maybe they were mad at someone else in their life that night (and aren't now), or maybe I'm a second stringer, and the game is not going badly enough to call me in.
Another explanation of the phone numbers that don't end up in dates: a great number of these women, feel no reservation in coming up and asking me to buy them a drink, some drink after drink. Most times, I oblige as long as it is only happens a few times, but of late, I just feel like screaming "Get Lost Bitch." Oddly, I somehow think that kind of response might get me laid more often than my affable good guy facade has. Is being a "good guy" just a facade for me? I really don't know, I do suspect I'm one of the more honest people these women are going to run across, and their lives are not destined for happiness. Do I think I'm a "catch?" Hell yes! Strong, reasonably good looking, trim, professional, adventurous. So how can I be doing so badly at this dating thing lately?!? I'm hoping it's just this damn town. I really need to move.
Longest blog entry to date. Wonder if anyone will ever read these damn things. Will I go back and read these words years from now and wince? Will I wince because I sound so pathetic to myself, or because the writing is so rambling? Here's to the future and hopefully being doubly embarrassed, because someone now close to me is reading how utterly pathetic and lost I was at one time.
I had been dating someone who lives about an hour away, we had been going out off and on for about a year, and we had had two previous blowups. Pretty sure this last blowup is the last one. I was supposed to take her to dinner, perhaps take in a movie and definitely go dancing. She showed up with a guy friend in tow (gay, but still a third wheel). I told her we could still go out, but I felt a little put out paying for dinner, when weren't really having a date. As it turned out, I ended up paying for all three of us, as she explained she didn't bring any money, and when she and her friend went out, they took turns paying, and it was her turn. We disagreed on what movie to see, so ended up deciding to just go dancing. She and her friend wanted to gather up some other friends, so they took off, leaving me at the first bar we had stopped at, but not before hitting me up with some money before disappearing for the night. She was supposed to call my cell when the troops were gathered, but the call never came. Now to back up a week or two, I had laid out about 200 dollars for some school books she needed (she's studying nursing, while working as a nurses aid), and had followed that up a week later with another 150 for some nurse's uniforms she needed. She called me a few days after that evening out, asking why I hadn't called. I explained the situation, we argued, and of course according to her I'm the petty, untrusting, insensitive one. I would describe some of the previous blowups, but I would come out sounding so gullible, so idiotic, I really couldn't stand it. Especially having gone back for more of the same treatment and panhandling so many times before.
Story two:
I met someone recently, who asked me to stop by, we were supposed to go out to dinner. I get there, it turns out she doesn't have a sitter, and oh by the way can I spare $20 so she can get the kids something to eat, and we can get together later. All the while two rather thuggish looking guys hovered on her rather run down porch, eyeing us as we talked. I passed her the twenty, thankful I hadn't gotten in any deeper. OK, maybe this one doesn't count as a date, since I got stood up, sort of. She called me later, but I told her I didn't think I was really interested.
When I was younger, I don't ever remember meeting someone, and have them hit me up for money the same night, or the first date . . . or ever really. Guess, I must be looking more and more like an easy mark these days.
Story three:
I met someone dancing, we danced all night, it was nice. I got her number. We were set to go out. The night rolls around, I show up, the house is chaos central between her five kids, and three more from neighbors, friends or family. Her sister is supposed to watch the kids for the night, but she's MIA. Her cousin watches the kids for a few minutes, while we try to track down the sister, we return after about a half hour, it seems clear the night is over. She apologizes, that dinner seems to be off. This time I don't get hit up for money, but I feel vaguely guilty, because I do not plan on calling back.
This is a very representative sample of the last six months dating, all of these women met while I was out dancing. The lesson seems to be, while I like to go out dancing, I have slim chance of meeting someone I really want to spend time with, in a real relationship. I also suspect offering a women a drink greatly increases your chance of meeting an alcoholic.
I've probably gone out over 50 times in the last year. Lately I've been going out two or three times a week. I'll probably end up with one or two phone numbers on any given weekend. About half the time I won't be able to reach the person on the number given. The majority of those that are left don't end up in dates, for reasons I'm not really sure of. I don't think I come off badly when I call, so I assume, most were not really interested before giving out the number, but perhaps are in some weird way they are trying to be polite, or maybe they were mad at someone else in their life that night (and aren't now), or maybe I'm a second stringer, and the game is not going badly enough to call me in.
Another explanation of the phone numbers that don't end up in dates: a great number of these women, feel no reservation in coming up and asking me to buy them a drink, some drink after drink. Most times, I oblige as long as it is only happens a few times, but of late, I just feel like screaming "Get Lost Bitch." Oddly, I somehow think that kind of response might get me laid more often than my affable good guy facade has. Is being a "good guy" just a facade for me? I really don't know, I do suspect I'm one of the more honest people these women are going to run across, and their lives are not destined for happiness. Do I think I'm a "catch?" Hell yes! Strong, reasonably good looking, trim, professional, adventurous. So how can I be doing so badly at this dating thing lately?!? I'm hoping it's just this damn town. I really need to move.
Longest blog entry to date. Wonder if anyone will ever read these damn things. Will I go back and read these words years from now and wince? Will I wince because I sound so pathetic to myself, or because the writing is so rambling? Here's to the future and hopefully being doubly embarrassed, because someone now close to me is reading how utterly pathetic and lost I was at one time.
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