I Might Not Be Cut Out for This Dating Thing

Pre-actual date: I was stood up two days in a row, one with the excuse that his family just moved into town and he had to run around and do errands with them. But wait, no call until four hours later. The second day also spent running family around town with no explanation until the next day. Really that should’ve been my sign to write him off. But it’s not like I had anything else to do so I gave him one last chance. Then of course when he said he wanted to spend this winter and the as many winters as I’d let him with me I should’ve realized something was up.

Things that went wrong on my last date:

• He was late.
• We had NOTHING to talk about during the car ride to dinner.
• He STILL had not decided where we were going to go for dinner after having three days to plan it all out.
• There was STILL no conversation at dinner.
• He kept tapping his fingers and checking his watch at dinner.
• He was checking out the waitress.
• When the check came he pulled out several crumpled bills…to pay for HIS salad. I was expected to pay for my own meal.

After all of that there was no way I was going to waste anymore of my time with this person. I texted a few friends to see if I could crash at someone’s place. I wasn’t going to let this one take me home. I asked him to drop me off in winoville and he busted out of there before I could even get in the door to my friend’s building after telling me he’d call me later to make sure I made it home okay. An hour or so later he calls and I ignore it, opting to text him. I let him know that I’m not interested him. He asks why and I let him know that we had nothing in common and that I was unhappy with having to pay for my own dinner. He tries to plead his case stating that he’s not that open and comfortable on the first meeting and can he please pick me back up so that we can hang out at his place. I decline letting him know I’m still not interested and he responds with a lovely, “fuck u 2 then.” Really I should’ve left it alone, but no…I had to let him know that that was childish and I was sorry he felt that way. To add to such a lovely night he threatened me telling me he knew my address and that he was about to get some shit started and piss off my roommate. I didn’t dignify him with a response.

Oh…but it doesn’t end there. I spent the next day at the library and all of a sudden up pops an IM from the lovely young chap that states he’s about to make life a living hell for me over the course of the next couple of weeks. I really shouldn’t respond to him, but can’t help myself. He begins to tell me that he doesn’t pay for dinner for a woman that he’s not fucking (um…maybe if you would’ve paid, you might’ve gotten some) and that no woman has ever told him the things I’ve told him. I’m taking it he’s never been rejected in such a way. He claimed there was nothing wrong with him and that he guesses there’s a first time for everything. So I’m thinking okay he’s thinking more rationally and inquire as to whether he’ll still be threatening me. He tells me there’s no reason to worry or be scared and when I say okay, he tells me it won’t be.

PSYCHO!!!

Be careful what you wish for. I’ve been lonely and haven’t been out on a date in over a year and this is what life handed me. Not exactly what I was looking for.

Lesson learned. Oh and I met him on MySpace. I think this was the first time I met someone online that turned out to be whacked out. So far every other experience has been pretty good.

I’m not really worried about this little psycho, but just in case, I’ll be giving a few people all the information I know about him. Honestly, he doesn’t know who he’s messing with…if he tries anything when I’m out with my boys or stops by where I work…it’s not going to be pretty.