Dating sucks
Not to sound all cliched but I get sick of the dating life. All this time and energy spent to find nothing but idiots and harpies. Here is a portion of an email I sent to my best friend and his wife after he asked for details. This goes a long way to illustrate the kind of luck I have been having recently.
As you know last weekend, I went to watch the fights. And as you know, no one showed up for the fights like they originally promised. It was just me and my father. Since we were there from 6pm (to get good seats) until midnight (which is when the fights were over), I made friendly with the waitress. She is 36 and has a kid. (The rest of her information was deleted from this post because it was unnecessary and I do not wish to implicate any peticular person). We laughed and joke early in the evening until the fights began. Once they were over we got to talking again and I asked her out. Spoke with her on New Year's Day and we decided since we both had to work at 7am on Saturday that we would just do a long dinner on Friday night so we could get to bed at a decent time.
I arrived at her apartment at 6pm like I was supposed to. She was not ready and was on the phone (which was not really a problem but it was just added to a long list of problems with the evening). Apparently she had forgotten to arrange for a babysitter for her little darling. While I was sitting in the living room her little boy tells me I am fatter than the usual people Mom dates. This would have been cute if the little shit was 3 or 4. But no he was 11. Now don't get me wrong, I understand kids are always worried about how their lives might change when someone comes into his life and all that. But the little shit was not just rude to me but he was to his mom also. She just blew it off like it was a common everyday occurrence. He was dressed in those over sized black pants with all the zippers, a My Chemical Romance T-shirt, and spiked and studded wrist bands. Normally I would have gotten along well with a kid like this but he was an ass. I felt like telling him "Listen, you little emo piece of shit, I was listening to Cradle of Filth and Insane Clown Posse when you were still a nut stain in your daddy's drawers so I understand all the angsty bullshit but if you don't shut up I will bury you in 12 states" but I decided better of it (looking back it may have been the most satisfying moment I could have gotten in the evening and kinda wish I had). Typical Hovey temper flaring up.
Anyway she got ahold of the boy's paternal grandmother who said she would babysit. Sam got ready and we drove Brandon, Bradley, Robert Smith or whatever the fuck his name was to his grandmother's house. I thought about just pushing him out of the car without stopping but those damn pesky child abuse laws got in the way.
Went to Pao's. As always the sushi was good. The conversation...not so much. There were two topics of conversation: her ex husband she divorced 8 years ago who she is still pining for and seems to have a love/hate thing for. And discussed the horrible fashion of those who were in eyesight. You know the good quality conversations you should have on first dates. I tried to change the subject several times but to no avail. She was either bitching about the waitress and the fact that black is not a slimming color for heavy set people or she would talk about not knowing why her husband left her... again 8 years ago... Get over it and move on!!!!
After dinner I took her back to her apartment and tried to end it. She invited me in and I denied it stating I had to get home and get to work. She got obviously pissed. As I left, she did say to call her again and we will do it again sometime. I told her I do not think that it will work out. I have been of the philosophy that I will pull no punches in that aspect anymore because I am sick of the stalkers (Venessa, Kim, etc.) . I want to make my intentions clear. I thanked her for her time and left.
Present company excluded, women are evil.
What is the male equivalent of the creepy lady at the end of the street with all the cats? That will be me. It sure will be better than dealing with idiots. Boy I can pick them.
As you can see, it was 4 hours of my life I will never get back. I can feel my brain cells rotting after this painful experience.
Not to sound all cliched but I get sick of the dating life. All this time and energy spent to find nothing but idiots and harpies. Here is a portion of an email I sent to my best friend and his wife after he asked for details. This goes a long way to illustrate the kind of luck I have been having recently.
As you know last weekend, I went to watch the fights. And as you know, no one showed up for the fights like they originally promised. It was just me and my father. Since we were there from 6pm (to get good seats) until midnight (which is when the fights were over), I made friendly with the waitress. She is 36 and has a kid. (The rest of her information was deleted from this post because it was unnecessary and I do not wish to implicate any peticular person). We laughed and joke early in the evening until the fights began. Once they were over we got to talking again and I asked her out. Spoke with her on New Year's Day and we decided since we both had to work at 7am on Saturday that we would just do a long dinner on Friday night so we could get to bed at a decent time.
I arrived at her apartment at 6pm like I was supposed to. She was not ready and was on the phone (which was not really a problem but it was just added to a long list of problems with the evening). Apparently she had forgotten to arrange for a babysitter for her little darling. While I was sitting in the living room her little boy tells me I am fatter than the usual people Mom dates. This would have been cute if the little shit was 3 or 4. But no he was 11. Now don't get me wrong, I understand kids are always worried about how their lives might change when someone comes into his life and all that. But the little shit was not just rude to me but he was to his mom also. She just blew it off like it was a common everyday occurrence. He was dressed in those over sized black pants with all the zippers, a My Chemical Romance T-shirt, and spiked and studded wrist bands. Normally I would have gotten along well with a kid like this but he was an ass. I felt like telling him "Listen, you little emo piece of shit, I was listening to Cradle of Filth and Insane Clown Posse when you were still a nut stain in your daddy's drawers so I understand all the angsty bullshit but if you don't shut up I will bury you in 12 states" but I decided better of it (looking back it may have been the most satisfying moment I could have gotten in the evening and kinda wish I had). Typical Hovey temper flaring up.
Anyway she got ahold of the boy's paternal grandmother who said she would babysit. Sam got ready and we drove Brandon, Bradley, Robert Smith or whatever the fuck his name was to his grandmother's house. I thought about just pushing him out of the car without stopping but those damn pesky child abuse laws got in the way.
Went to Pao's. As always the sushi was good. The conversation...not so much. There were two topics of conversation: her ex husband she divorced 8 years ago who she is still pining for and seems to have a love/hate thing for. And discussed the horrible fashion of those who were in eyesight. You know the good quality conversations you should have on first dates. I tried to change the subject several times but to no avail. She was either bitching about the waitress and the fact that black is not a slimming color for heavy set people or she would talk about not knowing why her husband left her... again 8 years ago... Get over it and move on!!!!
After dinner I took her back to her apartment and tried to end it. She invited me in and I denied it stating I had to get home and get to work. She got obviously pissed. As I left, she did say to call her again and we will do it again sometime. I told her I do not think that it will work out. I have been of the philosophy that I will pull no punches in that aspect anymore because I am sick of the stalkers (Venessa, Kim, etc.) . I want to make my intentions clear. I thanked her for her time and left.
Present company excluded, women are evil.
What is the male equivalent of the creepy lady at the end of the street with all the cats? That will be me. It sure will be better than dealing with idiots. Boy I can pick them.
As you can see, it was 4 hours of my life I will never get back. I can feel my brain cells rotting after this painful experience.
Dating is hard . . . it takes lots of time and effort. I would recommend looking for someone who has similar interests to you own. Getting involved in activities, usually puts you in a place to meet new people.
Trying to think the best of people . . . the waitress may have been nervous . . didn't know how to make small talk . . . maybe she just needed to get laid, and you were lucky enough to happen along at the right time. One small bit of advice . . . . even if you realized that it wasn't going anywhere, women don't want to hear that kind of brutal reality. You really should soften the blow, and leave her her dignity. Saying you'll call, and then not calling . . . is a lot better than leaving her with the feeling that you said the equivalent of "Hey, You suck! I wouldn't go out with you again on a bet!"