Freshman year in college is a time of learning, about yourself and how you fit into the world around you. You experience a lot of new things, and meet a lot of new people. For most of us, it is the first time we have gotten to live away from the parents and that is an experience unto itself!
When I arrived to college, I realized I had been placed in a co-ed dorm. This wasn’t a huge deal to me, and I didn’t really speak to boys (or anyone I didn’t know) so I wasn’t worried about men being in my immediate vicinity being a distraction. This turned out to be a very false assumption.
About a month after starting school, I was washing clothes and some big fine country boy was playing pool by himself. We started chatting, and he seemed cool- he was on the basketball team and was from Fort Worth, TX. Which meant he was fine and southern, two things I like in a man. From then on I would see him out, and he would just stare at me until I spoke to him. It was odd, but I kind of like crazy folks so it intrigued me. He started walking me to class and I would hang out in his room with him or in mine. I guess per college standards we were dating.
Side note: my roomie was a very wonderful white gal named Barbie, she would come home TORE UP often, and couldn’t figure out how to use her key so I frequently left the door unlocked so I didn’t have to walk out and find her crumpled in front of our door.
So after a few months of seeing him, I realized he was quite the insane person. He would come into my room often without knocking and would eat mine and Barbie’s food. I would hear him coming down the hall singing Al Green songs, and just get annoyed. But at the same time, loved that he was nuts and something about the way he said “Aww Girl” in his Texas twang got me every time.
One night after a party on campus was over, I woke up in my bed for seemingly no good reason. Initally I was confused as to why I awoke but soon realized that the light was on, so I thought maybe Barbs had come home and I rolled over to look at her side of the room. Low and behold- what did I see? This fool sitting in my desk chair that he had pulled up next to my bed, while snacking on an apple he says “Aww girl, you even pretty when you sleep”… ummm what? Why? I just said thank you and he got up after a few minutes and left. This was actually the first time I started wondering if he was actually mentally unstable. SMH
Being a college relationship, time didn’t pass too long before I heard about him seeing someone else. So I stopped seeing him. This apparently didn’t stop him from creeping on me and coming into my room. I began seeing another guy, and one day while hanging out with him he asked me why he called my room the day before and dude answered the phone. I was totally outdone and confused!! Why WAS he in my room, answering my phone and had the nerve to not even leave me the messages… jerk.
Anywho, crazy man left campus after our freshman year and is apparently living in his home city. I have not seen him since moving to TX and am really ok with that. This was just a quick story that I think about and laugh, because who breaks into folks rooms to stare at them??? I have been dealing with crazy folks for quite a long time yall……
Friday, August 3, 2012
Thursday, July 5, 2012
More Dating Woes:Red Caddy
Last year around this time, I was using online dating sites as a way to try to meet men outside of my circle. I met one, and we hit it off but somehow after talking on the phone things just didn’t work. Recently this man contacted me on the facebook, and we began chatting again. I couldn't recall what happened, or why we stopped talking so I figured what could it hurt by talking to him again. Soon a date was set up for us to meet and hang out.
We agreed to meet at a local brewery for lunch, and as I got out the car I noticed a red Cadillac pull up (circa 1995, not that that’s important) and I immediately knew that it was him. I briefly thought about getting back in my car and pulling off. I had time, but decided to just go on with the date.
After being seated, we chatted for a bit. It was familiar since we had talked on the phone for the past week or so. Out of the blue he says “I need to go blow my nose before this booger comes out on the table”… Uhh what now? I was like “Ok, handle your business”, and nervously laughed. When in reality I was grossed out, and confused as to why anyone would tell a woman that on their first date. I should have run out the door at this point, but I was invested in being polite. So lunch comes, we eat. He starts telling me about women he has gone out with recently, and how he meets a lot of women. Again- weird things to talk about with a woman you are currently on a date with. He recounts a tale about a recent date with a woman he had been seeing and she began crying for apparently no reason, and he asks her “are you on your period or something?” , then goes on to ask me if I am over emotional. At this point I just want the date to be over.
He goes on to tell me how he dislikes people who move to fast in relationships and create drama out of nothing. Blah, fine. Bring the check.
As soon as I am free, I leave thinking that nothing will ever come from this. I was not at all impressed, nor did I ever want to talk to him again. He sent a text over the weekend telling me about a stomach/gas issue he was experiencing, which was wholly inappropraite and gross. He called me a few days later and I didn’t answer due to being asleep, the next day he texted me while I was busy in the other room. Now I wasn’t trying to ignore him, I was legit busy. Apparently he believed I was fading him out, which I wasn’t planning to do. I was actually just gonna be like this aint working, holla. But I guess he did it for me. I came back to a “four page letter” telling me how he didn’t like to chase women, and how he thought he was stalking me by texting and having conversation, and that if I wanted this to be over I needed to just say it. My response? “Whoa dude, that was a really deep text. For someone who likes to take it slow you got real intense over seemingly nothing.” He never texted back, I guess he didn’t appreciate my snark.
Whatevs…
We agreed to meet at a local brewery for lunch, and as I got out the car I noticed a red Cadillac pull up (circa 1995, not that that’s important) and I immediately knew that it was him. I briefly thought about getting back in my car and pulling off. I had time, but decided to just go on with the date.
After being seated, we chatted for a bit. It was familiar since we had talked on the phone for the past week or so. Out of the blue he says “I need to go blow my nose before this booger comes out on the table”… Uhh what now? I was like “Ok, handle your business”, and nervously laughed. When in reality I was grossed out, and confused as to why anyone would tell a woman that on their first date. I should have run out the door at this point, but I was invested in being polite. So lunch comes, we eat. He starts telling me about women he has gone out with recently, and how he meets a lot of women. Again- weird things to talk about with a woman you are currently on a date with. He recounts a tale about a recent date with a woman he had been seeing and she began crying for apparently no reason, and he asks her “are you on your period or something?” , then goes on to ask me if I am over emotional. At this point I just want the date to be over.
He goes on to tell me how he dislikes people who move to fast in relationships and create drama out of nothing. Blah, fine. Bring the check.
As soon as I am free, I leave thinking that nothing will ever come from this. I was not at all impressed, nor did I ever want to talk to him again. He sent a text over the weekend telling me about a stomach/gas issue he was experiencing, which was wholly inappropraite and gross. He called me a few days later and I didn’t answer due to being asleep, the next day he texted me while I was busy in the other room. Now I wasn’t trying to ignore him, I was legit busy. Apparently he believed I was fading him out, which I wasn’t planning to do. I was actually just gonna be like this aint working, holla. But I guess he did it for me. I came back to a “four page letter” telling me how he didn’t like to chase women, and how he thought he was stalking me by texting and having conversation, and that if I wanted this to be over I needed to just say it. My response? “Whoa dude, that was a really deep text. For someone who likes to take it slow you got real intense over seemingly nothing.” He never texted back, I guess he didn’t appreciate my snark.
Whatevs…
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
More Dating Woes: Friends Mean Well…
One of my good friends, who LOVES to hook people up recently decided to introduce me to one of her guy friends. This wasn’t the first time she introduced me to someone, and I am sure it won’t be the last. I know she means well, but these things never work out. LOL
The first guy I met through her, I can’t even blame her for. I was at her house for a party and met this lady she worked with. The lady promptly called her son and told him to come meet me. She refused to accept that I was 5 years older than this boy; he showed up and was adorable but young. Later he tried to talk to my sister who is more age appropriate for him, it still didn’t work.
The second guy was cool, but sent me too many dam pictures via text. Not like indecent pictures, just random pictures. I wasn’t used to that and wasn’t sure how to respond. I don’t like being put on the spot, so I didn’t appreciate the pressure that came from that. I mean do people understand how many shots are required to end up with a presentable picture? And who the hell just takes pics of them sitting in the car during their morning commute. No one needs to see me angrily yelling at dumb drivers during a ride that I hate has to happen. So alas, things fizzled due to my lack of picture sending.
The latest guy, ex-Canadian football player, works in property management, funny, attractive…
Obsessed with Canada.
We all met for sushi, had a good time laughing and joking. He is open to new foods, which I love. Also he drinks a lot, much like me. (I like people who don’t judge; you don’t have to drink as much as me, but please don’t get all judgey).
Anywho, we were having such a good time that I went back to his place with him to hang out more. At some point he mentioned how much he loved living in Vancouver. He showed me pictures, and it really was beautiful. But things began to get weird. I realized he had talked about Vancouver for at least 45 minutes. He was aggressively asking me if I “wanted those stamps on my passport”, and I was like “sure dude, seems like a nice place to visit”. That wasn’t enough for him. I was confused about his extreme enthusiasm and couldn’t share in it, so I decided to take my leave.
My sister believes that if I would have stayed, he may have drugged me and smuggled me off to Vancouver.
So yeah, that was that.
The first guy I met through her, I can’t even blame her for. I was at her house for a party and met this lady she worked with. The lady promptly called her son and told him to come meet me. She refused to accept that I was 5 years older than this boy; he showed up and was adorable but young. Later he tried to talk to my sister who is more age appropriate for him, it still didn’t work.
The second guy was cool, but sent me too many dam pictures via text. Not like indecent pictures, just random pictures. I wasn’t used to that and wasn’t sure how to respond. I don’t like being put on the spot, so I didn’t appreciate the pressure that came from that. I mean do people understand how many shots are required to end up with a presentable picture? And who the hell just takes pics of them sitting in the car during their morning commute. No one needs to see me angrily yelling at dumb drivers during a ride that I hate has to happen. So alas, things fizzled due to my lack of picture sending.
The latest guy, ex-Canadian football player, works in property management, funny, attractive…
Obsessed with Canada.
We all met for sushi, had a good time laughing and joking. He is open to new foods, which I love. Also he drinks a lot, much like me. (I like people who don’t judge; you don’t have to drink as much as me, but please don’t get all judgey).
Anywho, we were having such a good time that I went back to his place with him to hang out more. At some point he mentioned how much he loved living in Vancouver. He showed me pictures, and it really was beautiful. But things began to get weird. I realized he had talked about Vancouver for at least 45 minutes. He was aggressively asking me if I “wanted those stamps on my passport”, and I was like “sure dude, seems like a nice place to visit”. That wasn’t enough for him. I was confused about his extreme enthusiasm and couldn’t share in it, so I decided to take my leave.
My sister believes that if I would have stayed, he may have drugged me and smuggled me off to Vancouver.
So yeah, that was that.
“Know When to Hold-em”, More Dating in DFW
So Ima back track on this dating thing real quick. When I first broke up with my longtime boyfriend, before the online dating and such- I began seeing a man who works in my building. It ended badly, and I should have walked away long before it went down that road. This is one of the lessons I have had to learn, “know when to hold-em, know when to fold-em”.
So one summer a tall, good looking brotha started working in my building and I made it my business to become friendly with him. Soon we were going to lunch and emailing each other little funny stuff. We had similar asshole tendencies so we liked to talk about/make fun of people we worked with. He enjoyed the same ignant music as I did, but was intelligent enough to talk politics. We kept hanging out outside of work and flirting and after a while it evolved into us actually dating.
We began seeing each other a large part of our time away from work, but not really going out. There was a lot of me and him holed up in one of our residences drinking and watching movies or sports. I do this alone so it wasn't a hug deal but I was tired of not EVER going anywhere. He was paranoid about people being in our business at work, so was against really going out into the world as a twosome. Red Flag you say? Not to me, I was like ok cool. (Dumb).
After about a year and half into this "relationship", he began going places with me. I was ecstatic, I just knew the tides were turning and we were on track to being a normal happy couple who actually do stuff together (outside the house). I had a big party for my friend’s birthday and he was my date. He bought me a nice and thoughtful gift for my birthday a month later- in my mind things were slowly but surely changing. Then about a week before Christmas he mentioned that he was getting rid of all secular items in his house. I was like “whoa wait, what?” Not because I am against Jesus, but more because I was taken aback by this complete 180 in beliefs. He explained that he needed to get his life right for the sake of his soul and his son’s, and then told me that he wished I would do the same.
He sent me a link to this online church he belonged to, and the whole things screamed “CULT”. I told him good luck and that was that.
Well not really, I had a little break down that night and maybe a few after that. I cried and got ridiculously drunk and made my friends endure dramatic sad sack texts explaining how hurt I was . But after that I was cool with it :)
So one summer a tall, good looking brotha started working in my building and I made it my business to become friendly with him. Soon we were going to lunch and emailing each other little funny stuff. We had similar asshole tendencies so we liked to talk about/make fun of people we worked with. He enjoyed the same ignant music as I did, but was intelligent enough to talk politics. We kept hanging out outside of work and flirting and after a while it evolved into us actually dating.
We began seeing each other a large part of our time away from work, but not really going out. There was a lot of me and him holed up in one of our residences drinking and watching movies or sports. I do this alone so it wasn't a hug deal but I was tired of not EVER going anywhere. He was paranoid about people being in our business at work, so was against really going out into the world as a twosome. Red Flag you say? Not to me, I was like ok cool. (Dumb).
After about a year and half into this "relationship", he began going places with me. I was ecstatic, I just knew the tides were turning and we were on track to being a normal happy couple who actually do stuff together (outside the house). I had a big party for my friend’s birthday and he was my date. He bought me a nice and thoughtful gift for my birthday a month later- in my mind things were slowly but surely changing. Then about a week before Christmas he mentioned that he was getting rid of all secular items in his house. I was like “whoa wait, what?” Not because I am against Jesus, but more because I was taken aback by this complete 180 in beliefs. He explained that he needed to get his life right for the sake of his soul and his son’s, and then told me that he wished I would do the same.
He sent me a link to this online church he belonged to, and the whole things screamed “CULT”. I told him good luck and that was that.
Well not really, I had a little break down that night and maybe a few after that. I cried and got ridiculously drunk and made my friends endure dramatic sad sack texts explaining how hurt I was . But after that I was cool with it :)
Dating in DFW
Dating has been one of the hardest things I have tried to do. The biggest reason was because I had not "dated" in about a decade. I was pretty much out of my element, and really unsure about how to go about meeting people.
I tried going out, joined professional organizations, and then lastly online dating. None of these really ended like I hoped they would, but they did teach me some lessons along the way. I got used to making casual conversations with strangers, and flirting with no expectations, and I learned how to just go with the moment and try to have a good time regardless of the fact that I may never want to see this person again. The most important thing I learned though, was how to end it with someone in a respectful manner. Since I had little experience with dating I initially was nervous about shaking a guy I didn't like. I would take his calls even though I hated talking to him, because I didn't want to be rude. Then I began ignoring people, and that can sometimes make people get a little ugly with you. Eventually I realized the best thing to do was to be straight up with them.
One of the first guys that I ended up going on a date with was really cool, we had great conversation and laughed a lot. The downside- he reminded me of my father. Not in a "I feel like this guy can be a good dad", but like he literally has mannerisms like my daddy. So I had to chalk that one up. Met another guy who again seemed really cool, and we hung out for a couple of months. Then he got accepted into some program he had been trying to get into for a while and had to go focus on that. I totally get it, I was in school at the time too so I am all about someone trying to excel in their career but it sucked.
Next guy I met was in my MBA program, from my home state, we had a lot in common. He kept telling my girl how he was into me, while taking me out and having good convos. Well... turns out he had a baby mama that he never mentioned, who per him "thought they were still together". Uhh no bruh, sit down with all that. They got married 2 years later, and up until the wedding she didn't even have a key to his house. He now makes regular "guys" trips to the Dominican Republic...
Ugh that's enough for today.
I tried going out, joined professional organizations, and then lastly online dating. None of these really ended like I hoped they would, but they did teach me some lessons along the way. I got used to making casual conversations with strangers, and flirting with no expectations, and I learned how to just go with the moment and try to have a good time regardless of the fact that I may never want to see this person again. The most important thing I learned though, was how to end it with someone in a respectful manner. Since I had little experience with dating I initially was nervous about shaking a guy I didn't like. I would take his calls even though I hated talking to him, because I didn't want to be rude. Then I began ignoring people, and that can sometimes make people get a little ugly with you. Eventually I realized the best thing to do was to be straight up with them.
One of the first guys that I ended up going on a date with was really cool, we had great conversation and laughed a lot. The downside- he reminded me of my father. Not in a "I feel like this guy can be a good dad", but like he literally has mannerisms like my daddy. So I had to chalk that one up. Met another guy who again seemed really cool, and we hung out for a couple of months. Then he got accepted into some program he had been trying to get into for a while and had to go focus on that. I totally get it, I was in school at the time too so I am all about someone trying to excel in their career but it sucked.
Next guy I met was in my MBA program, from my home state, we had a lot in common. He kept telling my girl how he was into me, while taking me out and having good convos. Well... turns out he had a baby mama that he never mentioned, who per him "thought they were still together". Uhh no bruh, sit down with all that. They got married 2 years later, and up until the wedding she didn't even have a key to his house. He now makes regular "guys" trips to the Dominican Republic...
Ugh that's enough for today.
Monday, June 4, 2012
This One Time, In High School
School let out early, and a group of my friends and I decided to go get lunch before heading to our respective homes.
After lunch, we got on a bus to head home. Shortly after we boarded a group of young men got on as well.
One of the guys tried to "holla" at my friend, but she wasn't interested.
You know what he did when she rebuked his advances?
He punched her in the face.
Then he and his gang of idiots busted out laughing and got off the bus.
Dam.
After lunch, we got on a bus to head home. Shortly after we boarded a group of young men got on as well.
One of the guys tried to "holla" at my friend, but she wasn't interested.
You know what he did when she rebuked his advances?
He punched her in the face.
Then he and his gang of idiots busted out laughing and got off the bus.
Dam.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Paranoid Woman
Regarding a woman in line at the airport,
Sooooooooo while in line at the airport, my sister and I were talking and I noticed a lady in a sundress holding some sandals. I said “I have those shoes”, my sister then points to a fat woman two people ahead with some grey pumas on and says “those shoes?”, I look at her quizzically and say “uh no, the ones she has in her hand”. Then Sis says “oh I like those”.
*I know I don’t need to mention the woman with the pumas’ weight, but get over it*
The lady holding the sandals, is wearing tennis and socks. I assume her feet hurt, she is preggers, idk… I don’t really care. She overhears the end of the exchange and says in an ugly manner “my feet swell when I fly”… and we look at each other, like oh ok. I just smile because I am not sure why she needed to tell us that.
Then she nudges her bf and says “they are making fun of me for having to wear these tennis shoes”…. Me and sis look at each other in shock, while the bf looks back at us…. I say “uhh no, we were saying we like those sandals she is holding and I own a pair just like them”. At this point she doesn’t turn around or say anything else.
WTF
Projecting your weird issues onto strangers is just that, weird. Why would you assume someone is making fun of your shoe choice, when that was clearly not said?
People are cray…..
Sooooooooo while in line at the airport, my sister and I were talking and I noticed a lady in a sundress holding some sandals. I said “I have those shoes”, my sister then points to a fat woman two people ahead with some grey pumas on and says “those shoes?”, I look at her quizzically and say “uh no, the ones she has in her hand”. Then Sis says “oh I like those”.
*I know I don’t need to mention the woman with the pumas’ weight, but get over it*
The lady holding the sandals, is wearing tennis and socks. I assume her feet hurt, she is preggers, idk… I don’t really care. She overhears the end of the exchange and says in an ugly manner “my feet swell when I fly”… and we look at each other, like oh ok. I just smile because I am not sure why she needed to tell us that.
Then she nudges her bf and says “they are making fun of me for having to wear these tennis shoes”…. Me and sis look at each other in shock, while the bf looks back at us…. I say “uhh no, we were saying we like those sandals she is holding and I own a pair just like them”. At this point she doesn’t turn around or say anything else.
WTF
Projecting your weird issues onto strangers is just that, weird. Why would you assume someone is making fun of your shoe choice, when that was clearly not said?
People are cray…..
Girl with the ambigram tattoo
Dear girl with the left wrist tattoo.
Since you sat down caddy corner to me at the terminal while we wait on our flight to board, I can't help wonder what possessed you to get that "day" tattoo written as an ambigram like in the "The Davinci Code"
Now I want to know whether you have a corresponding matching tattoo on your right wrist. It would only be right.
I want to get up and walk to the bathroom just to pass by you and see the inside of your right wrist so I can know for sure of its existence. I realize that if I do that. I will have to walk creepily close to you. And I don't want to give you the wrong impression. I mean, you're cute and all but I'm into dudes. So anywho, since you didn't offer we don't really need to go there. I just need to know about that right wrist.
*Update*
I never found out about that right wrist.... It haunts me still.
Since you sat down caddy corner to me at the terminal while we wait on our flight to board, I can't help wonder what possessed you to get that "day" tattoo written as an ambigram like in the "The Davinci Code"
Now I want to know whether you have a corresponding matching tattoo on your right wrist. It would only be right.
I want to get up and walk to the bathroom just to pass by you and see the inside of your right wrist so I can know for sure of its existence. I realize that if I do that. I will have to walk creepily close to you. And I don't want to give you the wrong impression. I mean, you're cute and all but I'm into dudes. So anywho, since you didn't offer we don't really need to go there. I just need to know about that right wrist.
*Update*
I never found out about that right wrist.... It haunts me still.
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