Last December I met a guy as my Match subscription expired… Croatian Boy!
We went out here and there and he would stop by work to see me and that was nice. BUT we never had a real date and there were some odd things, e.g. he would not look at me and he was always looking all around. He said it was a habit from when he was younger when he had to always keep an eye out. Yeah... I don’t know either.
I figured no one was perfect but then it really bothered me when he showed up to see me and I swear he smelled like pussy. Did this dude just have sex with some chick then come see me? Well I backed off and told him this wasn't working but he was able to get back in my good graces and asked for one more chance. I told him he had to take me on a real date and we made a date for the next Friday.
That week he started complaining of a sore throat and not feeling well and it seemed he didn’t want to do much to take care of himself or to even feel better in time for our date. It was as if he was building this up for some excuse. That was nothing compared to what happened that Thursday. My new car, of less than three weeks, was rear-ended. I LOVE this car and I was devastated. I told him, flat out, that I needed to have a good night on our date.
The next day I had to take the car to a body shop and I got a nasty smelling rental. I was not a happy camper but I was looking forward to my date. By the time he showed up at my place I was starving, but the first thing he told me was that he wasn’t hungry. So we headed out to the movie that I had already seen but he was set on seeing this movie. I had coupons for the theater and as we got up to the register he never pulled out his wallet so I paid. At least I had coupons. At this point I was irritated and my back was starting to feel bad, due to the accident.
I went to get myself some popcorn and as I was paying he walked up and said, “I have four dollars if you need it.”
"Ummmm No!"
We had plans to spend the next day together but I suggested we cancel because he had been feeling bad. This worked for him and I’m sure he felt fine but had other plans. I just wanted to get away from him.
I was so irritated I couldn't get a real date from someone I had been seeing. My retaliation was a bit juvenile, but I was irritated at the stupidity of men, especially, this one. He wanted me pass out his business cards since he was new to mortgage sales. I took the cards I had and wrote LIAR and SELFISH in big black marker and mailed them back to him.
So tonight Mini Red and I are watching Nanny McPhee and I got a text message;
“Hey Girl. How have u been? I was just thinking about ya.”I’m not going to even bother to continue this conversation. Actually, I was surprised he sent another text after I said he smelled like pussy/sex.
I text back: “Who is this”, but I had a good idea who it was.
Croatian Boy: “The guy who lives in old town. The one who screwed up. Remember now?”
Red: “Thought so. Yeah you did screw up.”
Croatian Boy: “I know. I am a dumbass. So how are you? Still work near me?”
Red: “You were awful to me at a very bad time. Plus you smelled like pussy once when you came to see me at work.”
Croatian Boy: Pussy? How does that smell? I was not with anyone else. That I promise you. And I know I was an ass when u needed me. I am sorry. And how does pussy smell?
Red: Like you just had sex! Why are you contacting me? Sex?
Croatian Boy: I didn’t just have sex. I swear. And no this is no booty call. I don’t think you are that way. I wanted 2 say hello. And sorry.
What cojones?
"You smell like pussy!" Thats the funniest shit I read in a while.
ReplyDeleteCroatian boy was broke, I don't know why he showed up for the date.
Keep the funny stories comming.
Mad Cabbie.
*LMAO* You poor girl. I feel so bad for you, but at the same time, I laughed my ass off at that story. I think I may have gone out with this guy once too!
ReplyDeleteI agree with DC. Croatian Boy was broke. He should have just rescheduled the date for a time when he would have some cash.
I think you should do a post about bad dates (actually, you've done several already!) and get your readers to comment about the worst dates they've been on! I'll be happy to contribute to that one!
Good luck with the dating! I hope you find someone who's worth it soon!
And btw, kudos to you for telling him he smelled like pussy. I wouldn't have even talked to him again after that.
ReplyDelete*LOL* Go check my blog.
ReplyDeleteYou're truly funny. I'm replaying some of my worst dates to see if they might make a good blog.
ReplyDeleteFUNNY!!!!
ReplyDeleteKudos to you and your cojones for telling him he smelled like pussy!!!
OMG, I so feel your pain! Men can be so stupid. What kills me is they think that since they did manage to get a date with us that they don't have to try anymore. They don't have to look nice, smell good, pay at the movie, call when they say they will, etc....
ReplyDeleteI just left a comment on Tish's blog about this one guy I saw that ended up being way too much for me to handle.
Good luck with the dating scene, it's a jungle out there girl! I should know, I got the scars to prove it!!
Happy Day!!
Tish: Your too funny and I'm planning on posting the spreadsheet.
ReplyDeleteGargoyle: I'm checking for your dating horror stories.
Jayne: It felt good to tell him he smelled like pussy. I laughed at it myself.
Bekah: We gotta stick together in this crazy world of dating.
wow. Apparently it's worse out there for you ladies than I imagined... or maybe I'm just a weird holdover to a different time and place in some ways. If he was broke, he could still have taken you out.. it just takes a bit of creativity to make a good date out of a "broke moment" - like make you a lunch picnic and read you some poetry in the park...
ReplyDeleteBut to insist on seeing a movie you had already seen? What a dumbass.
And I'm not even going to comment on the smelling like pussy thing...
sad.
Ahh well, better luck next time. I'd gladly volunteer, but Richmond is 3 hours away and, more importantly, you don't know me from Adam.
I could be a total psycho.
Or worse...
I could be broke and unimaginative.