After living in LA for over four years, I'm convinced that good men are hiding. Where, I'm not sure. Don't get me wrong...I'm sure that there are guys in this town who are treating their women with respect and giving them da business. However, I haven't been fortunate enough to make their acquaintance. The guys I've met seem to be extremely selfish with absolutely no regard for what a woman needs. From what I can tell, it's all about them and their satisfaction.
The latest guy I met seems destined for that category. Comedian Boy didn't actually approach me. Instead, he slipped me his card. I was intrigued, so I emailed him. A few exchanges later, we were on the phone. His conversation was okay...mostly sarcastic, though. After I giggled a bit, we made tentative plans to hang out. Note that I didn't say, "go on a date." It ended up being a group affair...which was fine. I had a good time -- which I needed because I was deep in mourning. When the night was over, everyone went their separate ways, and that was it for me.
Fast forward to earlier this week. He says he wants to go for a drink. I said, "Well, where would you like to meet up?" He replied, "Oh, I wanted you to come to my place." Uh...seriously? He thought I was going to come to his house for liquor -- and God only knows what else –- when there had been no proper date? Absolutely not. The way I see it, if you're not willing to be seen in public with me, I will NOT allow you to visit my promised land. I politely declined his offer and went on my merry way.
Yesterday, I received the following text from him: "Yo, 'ho. And I mean that in a nice way because it rhymes." Although I should've just deleted his contact info from my phone, I decided to use this as a teachable moment. I replied, "You could've said, "Hi, Sweetie Pie," because it rhymes, too." He then replied with several rhyming inquiries, like, "What's shakin', bacon," "What up, duck," and my personal favorite, "What's going down, clown."
I'm done.
The latest guy I met seems destined for that category. Comedian Boy didn't actually approach me. Instead, he slipped me his card. I was intrigued, so I emailed him. A few exchanges later, we were on the phone. His conversation was okay...mostly sarcastic, though. After I giggled a bit, we made tentative plans to hang out. Note that I didn't say, "go on a date." It ended up being a group affair...which was fine. I had a good time -- which I needed because I was deep in mourning. When the night was over, everyone went their separate ways, and that was it for me.
Fast forward to earlier this week. He says he wants to go for a drink. I said, "Well, where would you like to meet up?" He replied, "Oh, I wanted you to come to my place." Uh...seriously? He thought I was going to come to his house for liquor -- and God only knows what else –- when there had been no proper date? Absolutely not. The way I see it, if you're not willing to be seen in public with me, I will NOT allow you to visit my promised land. I politely declined his offer and went on my merry way.
Yesterday, I received the following text from him: "Yo, 'ho. And I mean that in a nice way because it rhymes." Although I should've just deleted his contact info from my phone, I decided to use this as a teachable moment. I replied, "You could've said, "Hi, Sweetie Pie," because it rhymes, too." He then replied with several rhyming inquiries, like, "What's shakin', bacon," "What up, duck," and my personal favorite, "What's going down, clown."
I'm done.
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