This one struck a nerve. I had been talking to this guy for a couple of days. He was eager to meet me. He was 30, owned a couple of businesses, and seemed to really have a lot going for him. He enjoyed spending time in the gym and was definitely my type. I had agreed to meet him for wine one evening after work. He told me 7pm and where to meet him.

I usually workout after work. So I got home about 6:15pm, rushed to shower, change, get all cute and drive myself to meet this guy at 7pm. I even managed to shove some food down my throat because we were meeting at this wine and cheese place. I get to where I’m suppose to be right on time. I texted him to let him know that I was there. He responded saying he was going to be 30 mins late. Seriously!? Couldn’t you have told me that earlier so I didn’t rush myself trying to meet you on time?! Wonderful first impression.

Finally he showed up and we walked into this little wine place. Super quant, not really my style, but I’m going with it. We order some wine and this little meat and cheese plate. We are sitting at the table and for whatever reason this guy feels the need to joke or play around about how amazing the water tastes? I didn’t really get it. Just smiled and laughed. We had some good conversation, minus how many times he commented on the water, and were able to laugh together. He asked about what I wanted in life. Ex’s. “My type”. My dreams. He really seemed like he wanted to get to know me.

When we were done with wine he asked if I wanted to go somewhere else to get dinner. I was under the impression we were not doing dinner– so of course I ate before I met up with him (as mentioned earlier). Somehow I got suckered into it and we went to dinner at a tavern down the street.

For whatever reason he decided that he was going to tell our server it was our one year anniversary and started calling me honey and touching my arms a lot. It freaked me out. This guy thought the WEIRDEST things were hilarious. I couldn’t tell if he was extremely nervous and just talking a lot, or if he was actually an odd ball.

The night ended. I agreed to see him again to give him another chance to see if he was nervous or just strange. Overall I had a good night with him. It wasn’t until 2 days later that I knew I wouldn’t be seeing him ever again. The two days following our date work was nuts and I was very stressed out. I wasn’t able to text as much as I had earlier; I was distracted and busy. My answers weren’t as long to him and my texting wasn’t lightning speed like usual. I woke up to the following text 2 days after our first date. 

WHOA BRO! Now. Given this was sent at 1:26am on a Thursday and he has absolutely no puncuation … I’m going to assume he was drunk. But, this was sent after one date. ONE! I did absolutely nothing wrong. I just wasn’t texting him 24/7. At least I knew now that he was one NEEDY man and that it would never happen. I didn’t even bother to respond. But naturally I screen shotted it to send it to all my girlfriends.

Guys– let me ask you a question. What does a woman have to do in order for you to tell her to go “f**k herself”. REALLY?! Let me remind you this guy is a 30 year old GROWN ASS MAN. Have a little more class.

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