This one is so fresh my blood is STILL boiling. Let me tell you a little background on this one. I have been friends with this man for over 5 years. We worked together for 3 of the 5 years. … Continue reading
The One Who Had a Girlfriend
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The One Where We Spent $300
I must say, this was an EPIC first date. He picked the restaurant and told me that he would meet me there at 7:30pm. We were going to a seafood restaurant that I had heard about since moving to the … Continue reading
The One with Spermaton
Ohhhh Spermaton. One of my girlfriends actually nicknamed this one. I’m sure she is smiling as she read this title. Let’s start from the beginning. There were so many red flags, I have no idea what I was thinking. Literally. What … Continue reading
The One Who Ghosted Me
Back in the beginning of November I had met a tall, ginger, country boy who knew how to swing dance. We met off Tinder (yeah I know, bad choice). I broke my “first date” rules with him when we first met. I went out to dinner with him AND dancing. Huge time commitment. I never do that for fear of being stuck in a situation I can’t get out of. Don’t know what I was thinking. However, to my surprise, dinner was great and dancing was amazing. He was (and still is) quite talented at dancing. We talked about everything the first night. Dating, relationships, life, good, bad– all of it. It was refreshing to have such an honest conversation with someone about life. I literally spent 6 hours with him on our first date.
I was oddly attracted to him. I found myself missing him. He was my go-to person. We both work in the same industry so it was easy for him to vent to me about his frustrations at work and vise versa. I would call him on my drive home from work just to talk to him and hear about his day. I was seeing this guy 2-3 times a week. We would make dinner at my house, watch football, and even run errands together just so we could hang out. He said all the right things. I really liked him. He really liked me. We would banter, and laugh and thoroughly enjoyed spending time with each other– or so I thought.
We were seeing each other for about 6-7 weeks before he fell off the face of the earth. He straight up ghosted me. Radio silence.
I was leaving the state for Christmas to go visit my sister. I saw him the Sunday before I left town. He came over to spend the night which was normal for us. And then after that, nothing. I was trying to text him over Christmas and hear about his family festivities, but he never got back to me. I finally called him out after a week of him ignoring me. He had preached how he was a “good man”, valued open communication and that he would never treat a woman poorly, blah, blah, blah… and now he just kicks me to the curb out of no where?!
Finally he responded. He told me that he had gotten a promotion at work and that he was then able to afford to move to a new place closer to his office. He said he had been extremely busy with work and that he just didn’t have time for a social life. He also told me that he decided he needs to focus on himself for a little bit and his career since he had just gotten out of a serious relationship in September. Previously, we had talked how we weren’t boyfriend/girlfriend because we were both just figuring things out and we enjoyed talking it slow. And I was totally fine with that! I didn’t need a title in order to have feelings for the guy and dedicate time to him. However, I feel like there were too many side conversations that made this all a little fishy to me. Everyone gets busy with life, but when you’re into someone/seeing someone, you MAKE time for them. That’s how it works.
Then I really started thinking about it… I was seeing him 2-3 times a WEEK. For at least 6 weeks. And then nothing!? No way. And who can pack all there shit and move somewhere in 2 weeks? Especially in our current housing market. There had to be someone else. Got back with his ex maybe? I don’t know. But something was definitely not right. Around the same time as his ghost stunt, I had come across a video on FB that made me think of him. I went to tag him in the comments… and what do you know, we are no longer FB friends. He totally got with another girl. Men don’t defriend people unless they are trying to hide that person from someone. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!!
Another month passes and I’m still hung up on what happened with him. Remember, I really liked him and he said he liked me too. I texted him again just asking him to be honest. I needed closure. He admitted that he had met someone and that he was trying to do everything he could to make it work with this girl. I kind of laughed and said something along the lines of, “Oh, well I’m sorry she won’t let us be friends. That’s a shame”. He fired back with something along the lines of, “I can do whatever I want. I choose to not be friends with other girls”. Whatever. I’m not going to argue with him. At this point I’m just extremely pissed he lied to me in the first place after being “such a good man” and making up a story about why he just randomly stopped talking to me.
Another month passes (it’s now March). I have acquired enough mutual friends with him that he pops back up on my FB in “People You May Know”. So what do I do, I click it to see who this girl is. Come to find out, he has “Been in a Relationship” since December 27th. OH COME ON! So, basically, he must of been dating us at the same time after claiming that he was only seeing me. Because, it was one week from the last time he was spending the night with me to the time that he was in a relationship with this girl. I can do math bro. That just makes me SO ANGRY. He played me good. Best part, he was probably playing her as well… and she doesn’t know it.
I know the day will come when I run into him out dancing. I have no idea what I will say to him. Previously I thought about calling him out in front of the girl (who (at the time) I knew he was lying about), but now that I know there is an ACTUAL girl… maybe I would take the high road? Kill him with kindness? I mean, I am happy he’s happy? We weren’t “official”… But, still. I don’t know. I know that day will come. And I’m curious to see what my mood will be like that day. Hopefully I can hold my tongue. Best part, he knows I write. Maybe someday he will get bored and find this post about him.
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The One Who Stood Me Up
It was mid week and I was heading downtown to meet someone for a drink after work. I knew traffic was going to be rough so I left my house a little early because I hate being late to dates. I got downtown and texted the man I was supposed to meet. He told me he was stuck on the highway but would be there ASAP. He told me just to go into the bar and find a seat and he would be there shortly.
I walked into the bar and sat with the bartender. I told the bartender that I was meeting someone from Tinder and I needed him to save me if it looked like I was hating my life. He agreed to be my savior if needed. I ordered a beer, made small talk with the bartender and I waited.
About 10 minutes went by and I got a text from the guy I was supposed to be meeting. He told me that he was just getting off the highway and that he was starving. He told me to order some appetizers for us and he would be right there. I found this kind of fishy. I know how long it takes for someone to get from Point A to Point B in this city… and this guy was taking entirely too long. But you know what, I was hungry, and drinking, so I ordered some food.
Another 15 minutes went by and I knew that I had been stood up. I kept wondering if that maybe this guy had walked in an saw me and then left? But I’m going to guess that he never even planned on coming to meet me. Lucky for me, my bartender already knew why I was there an proceeded to give me shots to ease the pain. I couldn’t help but laugh. This was the first time I had ever been stood up.
There was another guy who was sitting up at the bar who was my age. I invited him to come sit by me and help me eat these nachos I had ordered given there was no way I was going to be able to eat all of them. I told him what had happened, and he proceeded to buy me a drink. Well, for being stood up I was not complaining about free drinks! Best part is that the guy who was helping me eat my appetizer took a liking to me and asked if he could take me out!
I don’t understand how any human being thinks it’s ok to stand someone up like that. Who does that!? If you didn’t want to meet me, then grow some and tell me that. Or here’s another idea, don’t set up a date with me? Or! You could also just say that something came up and you can’t make it; then proceed to give me the silent treatment like every other man who becomes uninterested. I just wasted my time getting ready to meet you, drove 30 minutes downtown in traffic, and then sat there drinking alone. Best part, this guy actually CALLED ME when I was driving home from the bar hours later. I’m pretty sure he just butt dialed me, or he called to see if I was going to answer and just start yelling. What a tool.
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The One With The Dud And The Hot Shot
This one may get a little confusing, but I’m going to do my best to keep things clear for you. Let’s start from the beginning.
My friends and I were all out on a Sunday for NFL football. It was the AFC and NFC championship weekend. We all got pretty tanked at the first bar watching the AFC championship as the Broncos defeated the Patriots. We moved onto a second bar for the NFC championship and thats where I met the Hot Shot. He was actually our server at the second bar. He works there over the winter and is a Hot Shot Firefighter over the summer. Given we were all pretty drunk, all I could really remember was that he was short and cute. But I didn’t care how short he was, he had a great smile.
You see, the bar the Hot Shot works at is close to my work. I tend to go there a lot after work with my co workers or to meet up with random guys that I’m meeting for the first time. I went over to the bar with a co worker the following week. He came up and talked to me. He remembered me and my friends from last sunday. I made a $20 bet with him on who was going to win the SuperBowl.
SuperBowl week rolls around and I am going to meet a random guy at the bar that the Hot Shot works at. The guy I met up with was a Dud. He couldn’t hold a conversation. Not to mention during our texting conversations prior to us meeting, he was very risqué. It was quite annoying and a huge red flag. But regardless, I decided to give him a chance because why not!? He was attractive, ginger and a country boy. We all know how much I love Gingers. We sat down and ordered a beer. And what do you know– Hot Shot happens to spot me and gives me a little wave that only I can see. My attention was now on the Hot Shot and not the Dud I was sitting with.
The Hot Shot came up to talk to me and the Dud while we were having a beer. He was telling us about the deals they had going on for the SuperBowl that weekend. The Hot Shot also explained to the Dud that we had a bet going on for who was going to win. I asked the Hot Shot when he was working again so I could collect my money. He told me he was working Monday after the SuperBowl. During this whole conversation, all I was thinking was that I am totally getting the Hot Shot’s number before I leave. He is just so handsome. I had a plan.
After the Dud and I finished our beer, I walked out to the parking lot with him and we said goodbye. Thank God he didn’t try to kiss me because that would of made things worse. I wasn’t into him at all. I got into my car and watched him walk to his truck and drive away. Once the Dud was out of sight, I got back out of my car and walked back into the bar to see the Hot Shot.
I sat down at one of his tables waiting for him to walk out of the kitchen. When he came around the corner he smiled and walked right up to me. He started by saying that he had lied to me because he doesn’t work the day after the SuperBowl. I responded with, “I have a question for you”. My heart was pounding in my chest. Why was I so nervous? I asked if he was single. He responded yes. I then said, “Great, because I find you wildly attractive and I would love to get to know you”. A huge smile spread across his face and he pulled out his phone to get my number. I put my number into his phone and he said that he would text me later. He gave me a hug goodbye, told me that I made his whole night and I left. Best part about this whole thing– when I left, I still didn’t even know his name.
Sometimes the girl has to make the first move.
TO BE CONTINUED.
The One With The Blonde Hair, Blue Eyed Marine Pt. 1
This past summer I had met the most amazing man. I would have to say that our first date was probably the most perfect first date of my life. However, I did cancel on him the first time we had plans because there was no way that a man like him would like someone like me. Anyways… I should of known better given I had found him on Tinder. But, we will get to that.
I met him on a Wednesday night at 6pm for a drink and appetizers at a bar in a hotel downtown. The was about 5’10, very blonde, the most gorgeous blue eyes, marine, and was a big crossfitter. One good looking man. I remember being nervous as hell walking up to the table because when I saw him I’m pretty sure I started to drool. To my surprise, he stood up said, “Look at you!” and gave me a huge hug.
We sat at the table for an hour or two while having a few appetizers and a drink. We talked about everything. Conversation was very easy with him. Drinks turned into dinner. After dinner, we went out for an after dinner drink down the street. He held my hand as we walked to the tequila bar. I had butterflies. We sat down in one of my favorite tequila bars and had a margarita. We talked about hopes, dreams, marriage, family… everything I was simply taken back by him. Randomly, in the middle of our conversation, he leaned in and kissed me. Pinch me! This dude can’t be real.
When our night was coming to an end he walked me to my car which was a couple blocks away. We stood outside my car kissing for awhile. I laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around him and thanked him for everything that night. He hugged me back but wouldn’t let me go. He whispered in my ear, “This feels right. I could get used to this.” Our chemistry was insane. Honestly I didn’t want to leave him but at that point it was 11pm on a work night and I still had a 30 minute drive home.
To my surprise, he texted me the next morning asking if I had any plans for that evening. He had a softball game with all of his buddies. It was the championship game and he wanted me to come watch them play and then go out with everyone after. I accepted and drove down to watch the game. He introduced me to his best friend’s wife before the game and I spent the majority of the game talking to her. I was trying to figure out who he was, and she was trying to figure out who I was as well. It was nice though to just sit with her and chat while we watched the guys play.
They ended up winning the championship. We all went out for drinks afterwards. This felt good! Things were easy with him. He made me laugh! We made plans to go out on a dinner date Saturday night. A third date! Maybe this one was going to stick around for awhile! Our first date was 5 hours long, he liked me enough that he wanted to see me the following day, he introduced me to his best friend and best friend’s wife… Things were looking good! — I was wrong. I was SO wrong.
…To Be Continued…
The One Who Tried Too Hard
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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The One with Tinder: Swiping to Your Soulmate
Tinder. A blessing and a curse. This is an app in which people find other people to talk to, date, sleep with, or other various activities. Sounds easy, right? This app makes you sign in through your Facebook in order to prove you’re “real”. You download the app. Throw some words on there. Pick some pictures you like and start swiping!
How it works: The location services on your phone find people within a certain mile radius of you. Their photos show up on your phone. You like them, you swipe right. You don’t like them you swipe left. The only information you are given is there first name (from Facebook) their age, a few photos, and whatever words they have chosen to write at the bottom of their little “profile”. Once both people “swipe right” to each other, they are able to message each other within the app itself. Simple right? Oh it is. Some people can spend HOURS swiping looking for someone they want to talk to. This app is also SHALLOW. I mean, I’m not going to lie. I pick the good looking dudes. Why? Because they are good looking, duh. I’m not going to swipe right to a guy I don’t find attractive because I’m sure he has a stellar personality.
Some of these profiles are hilarious. You have the classic dude with his shirt off. Dude with a puppy. Dude with a kitten. Dude petting a tiger. Dude showing you a picture of a fish. What is it with men taking pictures holding up fish?! I just don’t get it. Cool fish bro.
Sometimes, guys only put up group pictures. And then ONE picture of themselves at the very end. My girlfriends and I have gotten so good at picking out which guy he actually is. Odds are, he’s the most unattractive one. Why would you put up pictures of you and your friends when you know they are better looking?! You’re bringing it on yourself. Also, if he has all selfies DO NOT swipe right. It is a trap and he is a psychopath.
There will be many other blogs following this one that have to do with men I’ve (and friends) met off tinder. I just felt the need to explain it all to you so you know how shallow both parties are when the story is being told. Maybe not shallow, but forgiving? It’s a gamble. Again, Tinder is a blessing and a curse.
To learn more about how awful some men’s profiles are… Read this article -> Tinder Profile Pics That Need To Stop
Hello world!
I’ve been single for almost 2 years now. A girl starts to think, “Is it me? Is there something wrong with me that my friends aren’t telling me? Am I really that crazy? Is is the way I look? Something I said? Am I shooting out of my league?”. A girl has to wonder, what is so wrong with me that men just don’t want to date me? Well, after discussing it with my mother, my sister and some girlfriends… I have come to the conclusion that it’s not me. It’s men.
Dating is hard. Once you are out of college, how do you meet people? The bar. The grocery store. Online dating. It all sucks. Men at the bar aren’t looking for a relationship. No man is going to have the courage to ask you out after you both reach for the same apple in the produce department. Online dating is a gamble. I’ve tried it all. Tinder is always good to meet men, however, the majority of them are just looking for a “good time”. Lately I’ve been trying my luck on Match.com. It’s been going no where. I meet a man I like, and then 3 dates later he disappears and gives me the silent treatment. I’ve come to have no expectations.
Let’s be real, the majority of men in their early 20’s just want to get laid. And that’s ok. Women want to get laid too. However, we come across a double standard. Men get high-fived for sleeping around, women get shunned. It’s sad to admit that our generation has changed the way we perceive intimacy. What ever happened to a man picking up a girl at her house, taking her to dinner and then walking her to her door at the end of the night? Now it’s just, Netflix and chill. Which really means, I just want to get in your pants. Of course, not every man (or woman) acts like this. But my experiences say otherwise. The second you tell them no sex, they are gone.
Don’t get me wrong. This isn’t going to be a blog about me bashing men. Women have their roll in dating too. I’m just going to share my dating stories, and maybe some random life stories, and I’ll let you be the judge.
Happy reading my friends!
Untold Stories Of A Twenty Something 