dude
We met online. It’s not a dating site, it’s a social site. One I haven’t been on in years. The messages people leave me come to my email and I was cleaning them out and I responded to yours. No reason other than being bored at the time. So we chat and you want my phone number. I don’t even know you. So we chat a few more days and I give you my tablet number so we can text. You tell me I am being ridiculous by not giving you my phone number so we can talk That should have been my first red flag. A few days later we start to talk. You seem nice enough. You tell me you are out of work, well I can’t hold that against anybody right now. You are from Somalia, that explains the accent I can’t place. However you are well educated and your English is impeccable. You have lived in Europe. You speak multiple languages. You live an hour away, but you don’t mind driving to meet me. So we talk and talk and talk. You are Muslim. I tell you I am not Muslim, nor Jewish, nor Christian but that is okay because you are a well educated modern man (with impeccable English, have lived in Europe and speak several languages). We talk some more and I ask you about dogs. Dogs you say are one of Allah’s creatures and as such you could never hurt one but you don’t like them, don’t like them near you, don’t like their fur and don’t like the to lick you and they don’t belong in the house. I have a dog, I love dogs, I work with dogs, and can’t imagine my life without one. You say okay as long as the dog isn’t allowed in the bedroom, my dog sleeps in the bedroom, well as long as he doesn’t sleep on the bed. This is another red flag, we will see. You want to meet, public place of course, you will drive here so I say okay Wednesday of the
following week. I have to work the weekend and it’s my mother’s bd and Wednesday is my day off. I work, you don’t. You call me, you call me a lot. You call more than I can talk and no offense but in spite of your impeccable English it’s hard to talk to you when I’m tired because of your accent. You tell me that when I don’t answer the phone you think it is because I am talking to another man. You wonder about all my male friends on the social site. They aren’t my friends, I don’t even know them, I just hit yes whenever someone wants to friend me, unless I feel like hitting no. I don’t know who these people are, I don’t even remember the password to the site. dude you haven’t even met me Then you start asking questions. You want to know all about the ex I mention on the site. Am I sure we are broke up, you think I am going to get back with him, why did we break up, when is the last time I saw him, when is the last time I talked to him, when is the last time we had sex, and it’s like you are jealous of him WTF??? dude you haven’t even met me You want to know the last time I had sex, how many boyfriends I have had, and other questions I won’t even repeat dude you haven’t even met me and you are asking a lot of inappropriate questions that I have no intention of answering. I should have seen these red flags. You want to meet me sooner. Why can’t we meet the day that isn’t my mother’s party? I told you I have to work, and first my mother’s party was Sunday at 11, then it was Saturday at noon, now it’s Sunday at 3 and it will probably change a few more times between now and then. I’m not going to change my mind, no sense in making plans that may or may not change and I have to work. Thursday you call and ask me if I am sure I won’t change my mind about meeting you Saturday. I say I am sure and you say there is something you have to tell me, that you are talking with another woman and you have a date to meet her on Saturday but if I will change my mind you will cancel the date with her to meet me. I tell you no you should keep the date with her, after all you knew her first and longer and there is no reason to break the date. You say no, you like me better and I am more of what you want and it would be wasting her time. I say you haven’t even met me yet and we could take one look at each other and say ewwww yuk. What I didn’t say is why are you telling me this, because I can’t think of any GOOD reason. I thought you were trying to guilt me into meeting you, but my guy friend who I use for dating advice told me that you were making it up to make me jealous and that you are already showing signs of being too possessive, jealous, and manipulative and he is sure you are some kind of psycho serial rapist who will kill me, chop me up and dump my body parts where nobody can find them. I wouldn’t go that far, but you’d certainly think that a well educated, modern man with impeccable English, who has lived in Europe and speaks multiple languages would have better sense and better manners. It made me uncomfortable and the more I thought about it the ickier I felt. You called me Friday to ask me again. You called me Saturday to tell me you broke the date. By then I had already decided there was no way in hell I was meeting you Wednesday, or any other day. I stopped answering your calls and texts, although when you called Wednesday I did tell you that no I wasn’t meeting you. Only because I was afraid you’d drive all the way up here, not that you know where I live anyway. I continued to ignore your calls and texts but Friday I was driving and picked up without looking and it was you. You asked if we were ever going to meet and I said no. I tried to be nice, I told you that I had been thinking about it and I think you are looking for more than I can give and I’m really not at a place in my life to be with someone. I thought that sounded a lot nicer than I think you are a fucking control freak and if you are already this jealous and manipulative when you haven’t even met me yet what the hell are you going to be after we meet? You got nasty, you kept talking over top of me, this is why I didn’t want to discuss it, because I knew you would argue about it and there is nothing to argue about. You told me I was pathetic, needed to grow up, that you felt sorry for me because I am not a decent person and that you were disappointed with me. I said okay and you hung up on me.
I’m devastated:rolleyes:
dude you never met me you don’t even know me
your reaction tells me I made the right decision
I don’t owe you a damn thing, just like you don’t owe me a damn thing
I told you you were trying to move faster than I was comfortable
and you kept pushing
You questioned me and were way too concerned with my love life and my ex
dude you never even met me
already you were acting like you own me, like i had to answer to you
and you were disappointed with me??? well excuse the fuck out of me because I must have missed the memo that said I was put on earth to to meet your needs
dude you never even met me
A week later I wake up and see I missed a call from you
I figured it was a mistake, you hit the wrong number, but you called again, and again
You make my ex look good
mundane and pointless
but absolutely no reason to share