I’m not a very good writer which is probably I mostly lurk here but right now I still have to vent, so please bear with me.
I went on a blind date this weekend set up by a friend of mine. I imagine that she has told the guy that I’m nice, funny, intelligent, good looking but also overweight. He calls me, to set up a time and place too meet. We discuss the movie he wants to see and I agree to go with him even though it’s far from the top of my list. Near the end of the conversation, in case my friend forgot to tell him, I mention that I’m overweight. After a long silence, he goes into this speech how it doesn’t matter, it’s the inside that counts. Having been hurt before that kind of speech I tend not to believe it when they push the issue. But I figured since he’s a friend of a friend, I’ll take him at face value.
We were meeting at the bar of an Italian restaurant. He was already there when I got there. I walked up to him said Hello, I’m Jools, he replied OH! it’s you. OK OK I know I should’ve turned around but… He told me to wait he wasn’t finished with his game (poker machine), turn his back and kept on playing. I stood there for a moment and looked a bit embarrassed, ordered a drink, and started to talk with the barman and two other customers sitting next to me. Once Mister was finished with his game, he turned his attention to me, took my arm and took me into the dining area. As we sat down to our table, he told me he didn’t like when a date of his was entertaining other men, and he used the N word (the barman was a black man). I was to say the least in a state of shock, but again decided to shrug it off and give him another chance.
When our waiter showed up, I made small talk with him (to me just being friendly, to that twit I was with flirting…), I give my order to the waiter: penne alla’rabiata. He (the date) interjects that maybe you should NOT be eating pasta, they seem to have a good choice of salad. The waiter looks terribly embarrassed as I turn 10 shades of red and say no thank I’ll have the pasta. By that point I using every method I know of to remain calm and not blow a gasket, and I keep eyeing the exit.
Once the waiter left, he proceeds to talk about my weight, how pretty I am and how I should loose weight, how bad it is for me to be like this. NO SHIT EINSTEIN… Then, while we’re eating, he keeps at it, talking about working out (which I do every day), eating right (which I try to do) and operations to loose weight (which I will not consider). I barely uttered a word, eating my salad (side order) and bread, I will not defend how I look, I’m working hard at loosing the weight but that’s none of his business. The only thing I said after 10 minutes of his rambling on is “Can we change the subject?”, to which he agreed.
What did he talk about??? Girls in general, how we were not equal to men, that he didn’t believe in equal pay for equal work, because there is no way a girl can do a job equal to a man (I will spare you all the examples he gave me). At that point, I started laughing, looked around the restaurant for familiar faces, hidden cameras, this HAD to be a joke, but no such luck, this guy was for real.
What came next, sent me into a state of utter shock. He told me that he was having a good time (how is beyond me) and that maybe we should go back to his place instead of seeing the movie, (believe me at that point I would’ve given my right arm to see XXX). All that time he looked like he was trying to be seductive.
I actually looked at him and asked point blank, are you talking about sex? Yeah I am… the arrogance of that man. He then told me that even though he would never consider me as girlfriend material (too fat and too liberal), I am “lay” material, that I had tits and lips for fucking, Yes ladies and gentlemen those were his exact words. The only word that comes to mind to describe how I felt is violent. He kept on talking about me probably not get laid that much so… I wish I could remember but I black out at that point, I didn’t hear him, I was barely seeing him.
How can you respond to that? I didn’t know how, so instead of stabbing him with my butter knife then cutting his manhood out, I got up, took my purse and walked out. I didn’t say a word, I just walked out, I was shaking. I had to go for a walk before driving, I was too mad to drive.
Does anybody out there knew men like that still existed? He never once spoke of women as women, he referred to us as girls or females… Jesus Christ I’m 37 years old, I’ve earned the right to be called a woman. He’s never been married and 43… wonder why???
Now I wonder what I should tell my friend? Because right now I really want to shred her to pieces… I am even questionning the friendship.
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