Installment 2 of the “Dating Disasters” series is brought to you by my good friend Platinum Puzzy! This one is going to be a fickle tale of flattery FAIL! Enjoy…
As far as my dating disasters go back, MANY MANY moons ago, “D” was one of the VERY first heart breaks and dose of dating reality I would ever encounter. We met through mutual friends at a BBQ. I was invited by my friend Stacy, he was invited by her husband Richard. He first caught my eye when I was a pouring drink for myself, waiting for the Tyson fight to come on. He was attractive, nice smile, smelled VERY good and was very laid back. Our eyes kept meeting, it was apparent he had expressed some interest in me as well and eventually I had enough drinks to get up the courage to accidentally bump into him and begin a conversation.
We exchanged numbers, made small talk and eventually parted ways and finishing the night apart. I didn’t give him much more thought for the next few days and finally he called. We talked for hours, sharing life stories, what we want and don’t want and eventually geared towards a conversation about dating. Of course, the first things we got out the way were our relationship status, kids, etc. He says he is single, and so am I and that was that. We both agreed that we were looking for something “casual” but with the open option for whatever we both may be up for.
A few more conversations were exchanged, and finally he asked me out on a date. IT WAS ABOUT TIME. The first date was great, he said and did all the right things. We ended with a romantic kiss, butterflies in my stomach and all. I went to bed dreaming of what a wonderful time we had, and anticipated his next call.
The first month of our “dating” experience was like something out of a storybook. He called frequently, came and saw me regularly and maintained as if I was the only one. Then the pieces started falling apart and the questions poured in.
Month 2 of our “relationship” or so I thought, we spent a lot of time arguing. I would question his absence, he would make up detailed lies to cover his tracks. I am a collections rep and detective by nature, and if I want to find the truth I will. Eventually the truth would find me.
It came during a time when things “seemed” to be normal, and I was beginning to just accept that maybe the turbulence of relationships past were haunting my emotions. He had convinced me that I was just nervous and to relax. Then, the drama ensued.
I was at work, anticipating my lunch date I had with “D” with only 30 minutes to go and I get a call. Hello, is this “Kari?” from a strange number and a strange female voice. I replied, “yes it is, how can I help you?” She went on to tell me that she knew about me, knows I’ve been spending time with “her man” and that she is now informing me that it was over. Silence overcame me, and I couldn’t fix my mouth to even respond. Those butterflies in my stomach turned to a knot and had me ready to vomit.
I didn’t divulge any information until I found WHO she was and if she was REALLY who she said she was. I was going to get answers before digging a hole and giving into her. I told her I had to go, finish working and that I appreciate her call, and proceeded to hang up on her. It was almost lunch time and I was meeting the VERY person I wanted to confront in just minutes.
The time to clock out DRAGGED and seemed like HOURS more than minutes. FINALLY, it was that time, and I ran out of there faster than Flo Jo. I pulled up to the restaurant where we were having lunch, and didn’t see his car so I went in, got us a table and waited for him to come. After 5 minutes passed, and this is unusual for him I decided to call and find out where he was. He didn’t answer, and at this point I knew something just wasn’t adding up. I was going to give him a few more minutes and if I didn’t hear from him, it was time to bounce and go get something to eat and head back to work.
Quarter after, I am grabbing my pocket-book and getting ready to leave when he comes storming in and tells me to sit down. His voice was angry, and he was a bit forceful. I already have an attitude, and look at him like “Are you crazy or just stupid?” but sit down to obtain answers to what in the sam hell is going on.
The FIRST thing that comes out of his mouth is “What did you tell her?” ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Hell nah! Needless to say, I didn’t eat lunch and he wasn’t trying to do anything but demand answers himself. I explained what happened, and that I didn’t share anything and began interrogating as to who she was to him and why was he worried about her calling me.
I could NEVER be prepared for the answers. WIFE? You are married? You have KIDS? You told me you didn’t have kids! Oh hell no… Here I was dating someone who wasn’t even AVAILABLE. Luckily for me, the answers came before any real feelings developed and I was able to break it off before I was TOO hurt about it.
What is funny about this situation, when they finally divorced a couple of years later he had the BALLS to hit me up and ask if I would be interested in dating him again.
>>>>>>>>>>>>> YOU GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME! ABSOLUTELY NOT <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
And that was one of my VERY first dating disasters. Had be been honest, I would’ve at least had the option to deal with this or decline. I wouldn’t have because the last thing I was to be is #2 on someone’s list of priorities and if shit falls through the “other” woman is ALWAYS left with nothing but empty hands. End of story.