The Dating Diaries

First and foremost…

 

Best of all, there were no critiques regarding the
way I posted the material, 

though I would have welcomed any and all. 

I am not posting these stories to be mean or ridicule anyone, just to 

make light of a situation that thankfully ended somewhat pleasantly.

 

This post is about a man I began
dating (I use that term loosely because I later 
found out he had been
“dating” two other ladies at the same time) after 
being charmed by his
astonishingly good looks and Midwestern charm.

Our first date went swimmingly (do you hate when
people use that word? 

I wondered if it would seem annoying and just
decided to keep it.) 

We had been talking for a bit and after just a
few phone calls knew there was 
some serious chemistry between us
and made a date almost immediately.

He suggested we go bowling which brought up all
types of worries to mind:

1. I am not a good bowler.

2. I did not want to break my nails

3. It is hard to look cute wearing those shoes in
a size 10 (yes…I know)

4. Every time it is my turn to bowl he could be checking
out my
 backside which is cringe inducing in its own right.

5. What if he turned out to be a worse bowler than
me? He wouldn’t have suggested 
it if he were bad right? But what if
we were at almost similar levels and he turned 
out to be some super
competitive macho man / bad loser?

Anywho, it turns out I did not need to fret. He
was a better bowler than me, 

I only broke one nail and apparently I
looked great in the outfit I chose 

and yes he checked me
out and told me so.

So this all sounds bright and rosy yeah? Where did
things go wrong?

 

Well…it seems Mr. Midwesterner was a great deal
more interested in 

himself than anything else on this planet.

I would receive daily photos of him, taken while
flexing at Gold’s. Do not get me wrong, 
he was GORGEOUS and ripped but
a girl gets it after the fifth selfie.

Sometimes he would just *disappear* for example
Valentine’s Day. We were supposed to get together, but having not talked
for a few days I made other plans. 

I went out to a nice dinner, then
met up with friends at a nearby lounge (recap post)where I saw
Mr. Midwesterner being led by the hand by another girl.

Funnily enough, he texted me later that evening to which
I asked if he had a good 
evening at said lounge. He replied asking what
I was “doing out.” 
As if I were not allowed out of the home
without him.

He also approached one of my friends online, 
she
shut him down immediately and  told me.

Whenever I had attempted to bring up something that
was bothering me (like how 
he once shielded his phone when a text came in,
the mean things he 
said to me etc etc) he would feign ignorance. 

Scratch
that, he would pretend to be deaf. “HUNH!?” was a response
I received so
 many times that that non-relationship almost ended with him suffering a concussion.

On my birthday he told me he had “forgotten
my present.” I have a no present 
policy that all of my friends
know about. If you are taking time out 
of your busy schedule to spend
with me, that is all the gift I need. 

They all know my affinity for
a sweet card however, even with just a few written 
words. Duh, I fancy myself
a “writer.” There was no card and he barely 
talked to my friends,
checked out other women much of the night and 
made lecherous comments
about how good I looked in my birthday dress.

I am an imperfect woman who has made silly decisions
for all types of reasons. 

I had never dated anyone as good looking at
Mr. Midwesterner but 

I did realize the error of my ways quite quickly. 

I also told him to remember how he treated me and how it made me feel. 

 Because one day he would have a daughter and have to console her 

due to another man was putting her through the same.

 Hopefully if anyone out there is being put through the ringer like this, this post

will serve as an early red flag to help you avoid being blinded by his good looks

and hightail it out of there onto a happier, 

single existence, or one with someone else if you so choose.

Not as funny as the first but thoughts?