THE DATING CHRONICLES OF A SAN DIEGO SINGLE.
The following stories are TRUE; these are not an invitation to ask me out on a date…. lol!
I am in no way saying that I am the perfect date, I’m just explaining my side and offering some helpful tips for dating in general to keep it fun. 😉
The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
I don’t claim to be a dating guru but have just been out there actively dating and I believe many of my experiences are no different than yours, I just decided to write about them…yes, I think I might make this a habit…
And for clarification…dating is for research..I will not give into “selling out” and you will not see any symptoms of “bitchassness”…on my part anyway.
-Your feedback and comments are welcome…all in the name of research! ;p
“I’m just f*&kin with you DAWG!”
This guy was cool…sober. Get a drink in him and he treats you like one of his “homies”
The first time him and I went out, he got drunk. I’m thinking, no problem, I’m driving anyway. Well no, not ok. We go Karaoke and I thought it would be fun to be silly. He took it waaaaaaaaaay to seriously. He was so worried he was going to sound horrible on the microphone but I told him that the point of Karaoke was to be silly and not care what you sounded like; have fun with it. The look on his face was priceless. It was like he thought he was auditioning for American Idol. Anyway, he sucked which made me laugh but he got so pissed off and stormed out of the Karaoke bar.
He said he didn’t smoke but oh boy was he lighting em up that night! Then after like the 3rd or 4th pitcher of beer, I must of looked like a dude because he started making jokes, which was fine but, then punching me in the arm and kept saying “I’m fuckin with you Dawg!” Whatever….
I was driving this guy home and thought he’s just being silly but then, as I’m driving, we come to a red light and he wants me to run it….when I don’t, he says: “you should have ran that light Pussy”….there was no “I’m just fuckin with you Dawg!”, this time.
In my mind: “Dude, you’re done.”
I took him home and I went to my house. He called….several times, I didn’t answer the phone. He stopped calling and got the hint….or so I thought.
A few months later he texts and, wants to get together to catch up. I thought ok, harmless besides, he was really drunk that night and I think he gets that I just want to be friends.
We go to dinner and he orders 2 tall vodka tonics for himself, and a pitcher of Sangria…he finishes it, by himself…then out comes my “karaokeing, cancer stick having, “I’m just fuckin with you dawg”, friend…
In my mind: “ohhhhhhhhh yeah, Now I remember why I didn’t want to go out with him.”
Now if this was a friend of mine, I wouldn’t have minded his behavior at all, I mean we all act silly when we are drunk and sometimes quite unpleasant, I sure have and my friends can attest to this but, he didn’t just want to be my friend.
I just wanted to leave but…he was a talker. I was already over it and just wanted to get home. I had parked at his place and we had taken a cab to dinner. On the ride home from dinner, I had to listen to the extended version of “Sweet Child of Mine” which would be funny normally but, he was trying to sing it totally serious…I wanted to get out of there and thankfully, though hours later..I did.
I have tried to let him down easy but he still calls….
So why wouldn’t I just tell the guy straight out? I may have to but really..
He should know better…
* A general rule of thumb: if a girl doesn’t call you back after you have called her several times and she’s not already a friend of yours…that’s pretty obvious man…let it go.
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