Margari… Not Having It

Where do I begin with this date; lets call him Nicholas. So we met at a Mexican restaurant because I really wanted a margarita. I was completely caught off guard when this dude started to talk.. his voice.. sounded like a girl. INSTANT TURN OFF. All he talked about was all the other Tinder dates he went on and how there never was a second or how weird the girl was. I should have taken that as a sign & RUN.

You know the margarita I wanted… well I took one sip & then the Nicholas spilled my drink all over me. I look like I peed myself. (Rolling my eyes) The whole time he is just laughing & thinks its the funniest thing in the world. I asked the waitress if they had a blow dryer in the bathroom…  I don’t know if the embarrassing part was him spilling my drink or the waitress coming into the bathroom and asking if the guy was my boyfriend and once I told her no, she looked relieved and told me how she couldn’t believe how rude he was, by just sitting there and laughing.

In that moment, I did not want to go back out there. I texted my mom and asked her to call me in the next 5 to 10 minutes telling me I need to come home. YES. I asked my Mom to save me from the most awkward date of my life. For some reason I attract the men who just love to laugh at the craziest things.

Moral of the story: Always talk on the phone or facetime before actually meeting the person. In all honesty, a voice says a lot about a person and can change your whole outlook on someone. Oh If he starts talking about other dates he has been on where there were no second ones, just get up and walk out.

Marineman

While reading this story I want you to picture the “Marineman.” This is a great representation of what this guy looked like. HA.  So we talked for about a three weeks before we actually met. (The Saturday after Thanksgiving to be exact) We would facetime all the time, so it did not feel weird going over to his apartment that night. Everything was going very smoothly and we hung out a couple times after that as well. I thought he was a real gentleman. For instance, when we would go 1538680-marineman_0001out, he actually opened the car door for me. Not just on dates but also when we would come back to the car after leaving a convenient store.

It wasn’t until a couple weeks later, I was going to TBOX, which is a big Christmas bar crawl in Chicago, while he was going to drill. (He was a Marine) After this weekend I realized I was GHOSTED.. you know where everything seems to being well and then all of sudden the other person just falls off the face of the earth without a word. No idea why.

So I waited about five days to text him and ask, why he “ghosted” me.  His response “I didn’t ghost you. I just didn’t know what to say.” <— DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY. (rolling me eyes) How about be a man and speak your mind, you’re 26 for God sake. After he responded,  I never answered him back. Not wasting my time, trying to justify your response.

SO THE GHOST-ER HAS BEEN GHOSTED HIMSELF.