I decided to go back on Tinder…
Dun Dun Duuuun.
I decided to go back on Tinder…
Dun Dun Duuuun.
A few weekends ago (Labor Day Weekend), I experienced the most bizarre sequence of events…
Friday, “the racist” texted me to ask what I was up to for the holiday. I honestly had no desire to see him again, but I figured I’d give him one more chance. I told him that I didn’t have any plans, and asked him the same question…and he never responded back.
Ok, no big deal.
Then the next day at around 3pm he texts me:
“I’m on my way to Brooklyn for the Guinness festival. I’ll drink plenty of beer in your honor”
First of all, I’m not dead. You don’t have to drink in my honor or poor some out for the homies. Second, why would you even bother letting me know you are going to be in my area if you aren’t going to invite me to hang out? Why bother even reaching out?
Considering the fact that I was already pretty over this dude based on his ignorant comments the week before, I didn’t bother responding to his text. I was done.
Later that night, my friend and I decided to head to a bar in Williamsburg for a little change of pace.
It was pretty dead so we decided to leave after a couple of drinks.
We were waiting on the G train platform when this guy walks by and checks my friend out. He was clearly intoxicated, so we paid him no mind. Then he stumbles back and tells my friend, in a very thick Russian accent, how beautiful he thinks she is. Then he call her his Mexican Princess.
She tells him she’s not Mexican and he then continues to guess what nationality she is. After about 5 guesses he gives up, then starts to sing a song to her in Spanish.
I’m talking full verses, a chorus and a hook.
The train finally came and we ended up ditching him.
I had to transfer to another train to get home. As I’m waiting on the platform, a man who looked like he might have been homeless approached me. Here was the conversation:
Him: Do you smoke weed?
Him: Oh my God, your nose ring is gorgeous!
Him: I think I just fell in love with you.
Him: What’s your name?
Him: Ooh did you ever watch Clueless.
Him: I used to love her! (referring to the woman who played “Amber” in the movie)
Me: Oh ok.
Him: No..but really. I mean…I used to (imitates jerking off) looooove her.
Me: Oh. Wow. Ok.
Him: Like…I used to be a squirter for her.
Him: So are you single?
Him: Do you have any friends that look like you?
Him: Oh..do you drink? Me and You and Your friends should all hang out. And I can be a squirter for your friends.
Me: Nope. I think I’m good. No thanks. Have a nice night though.
He then walked up to another man on the platform and asked him if HE smoked weed.
Jump to 2:30am
I get another text from the racist: “you been drinking watermelon?!”
Sorry to be so blunt, but I tried to word it in classier terms, but really…how can you make swallowing sound classy?
Of course i was immediately offended, and responded “Excuse me?!”
And again…no response.
Then I figured, you know what? He’s probably drunk and maybe…just maybe…he didn’t mean it that way. There are still a lot of people who don’t even know what that lyric is supposed to mean.
Then the next afternoon he responds to my “excuse me” text:
Him: They’re the lyrics to a Beyoncé song.
Me: Yeah, I know they are. Do you know what they mean??
Him: My friends told me an interpretation which I found amusing.
Me: (back to being offended because he knew exactly what he was implying with that line) Probably not something you want to text a woman. EVER.
Him: Let me guess, you didn’t like that.
Me: Not at all.
Him: Lol. ok.
LOL, OK? I can’t with this guy. Not only did he say that he doesn’t trust white people (strike 1) then basically tells me he’s going to be in my area but doesn’t want to hang out (strike 2), he now just asked me if I’d been swallowing that weekend (strike 3).
I’M SO DONE.
So of course, I don’t respond to him.
Him: Do something fun yesterday?
Him: Well, I guess you’re upset. Enjoy the rest of the holiday weekend. I’m sure I’ll see you at (insert the bar where we met) next summer! 😉
Me: ::still Crickets::
I met a Man this weekend who seems really nice and, dare I say…normal. He’s 37, he has a job, and he doesn’t have any children.
Naturally, I’m skeptical. And I had the thought (numerous thoughts, numerous times over the past few days, actually) to Google him. But so far, I haven’t, and here’s why.
I think that Googling a person can ruin things before they even start.
There are usually two reasons why you Google someone.
Both are totally understandable, and I have Googled people for either one or both of those reasons before. But I don’t think it’s a good habit to get into, and it’s one that I’m trying to break.
First, if you’re digging for some dirt, you’re already distrusting them. Unless the person has done something shady to give you a reason to question them (like this, or this), you have no reason to search for dirt. Especially if you haven’t even been on a real date with the person yet. If you are that distrusting of them before you’ve even dated them, you probably shouldn’t have given them your number in the first place.
If you’re just being nosey and seeing what information you can find, you’re taking away from the fun of the date. Isn’t that the point of going out with someone? To get to know them? If you find out all or most of the information on your own, you then have to sit through an evening of information you already know but have to pretend NOT to know so you don’t look like a stalker.
I think it can be more work than it’s worth.
living large on little cash
Getting Right Information About Internet Relationship Websites
A blog about love or lack thereof
Events for Black Professionals
Bed-Stuy's Sweetest Spot
Advice for writers, stories about the world they live in.
Writing that's straight up with a twist
Giving you the tools attract the love you desire!
Hollywood marketer by day, design blogger by night.
29: the second anniversary
my life, mostly every monday
Oh the stories I can tell you, dating, divorce..life in general, my life is drama - actually its a comedy.
Everything you need to know about...
Confessions & Reflections of a Regular Guy trying to Break the Cycle
a Toronto-based sexuality blog by Caitlin K. Roberts
I'm Still Hot, It Just Comes in Flashes!
Embracing a life of perpetual new beginnings...