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He definitely found out the hard way when he put his hand on it in the dark.
Hey guy I started talking to a guy and we exchanged numbers but getting him to talk about anything was like pulling teeth so I stopped replying.
"Clefty" had a cleft in his chin like Gaston from Beauty and the Beast (which I actually found attractive). Anyway, since I only knew this guy's first name ("Joel"), he then lived in my phone as: Joel Salsa Young Republican. Not sure how much more I'm willing to give to humanity in this particular area.....(Have a strange dating story?
There was Pookie, Cookie, Varkie, PG-13 Booty Call, JFK...
He then sent a text that just said "Hey :)" every day for a week and then once a week for about a month.
He then sent a "Hey" (sometimes with a smiley face, sometimes without) text once a month for six months straight. You just can't make this stuff much about his relationship challenges and after he said, and I quote, "I'm now emotionally and mentally available" I literally told him that -I wasn't.(at least not for him, but I left that part out)He then continued to ask me to have coffee with him until I caved and finally gave him my number.
Yep, deeefinitely standing by my original "let's not date each other" statement. My earring had fallen out without me knowing, but he of course thought it was on purpose and a way of "marking my territory." Sigh.
Another time, when he was introducing me to his mother, I got so nervous getting ready beforehand that I forgot to mention that I had a HOT CURLING IRON plugged into his bathroom wall.
every guy who has ever pumped and dumped this chick deserves a high five. But I agree she comes off like a cunt railing about them. All in all it's convenient that she's projecting her unsuitability as a mate for everyone to see. Two years ago, I was 26, freshly out of seven years of fully committed relationships.
How do the other lizards like Asian, Black American, Black African, Black etc, Hispanic fare in DC? Someone told me that DC was swarming with chocolate and it was as easy as ATL to hit something. Two years ago, I was 26, freshly out of seven years of fully committed relationships.
I felt like I had wasted my 20s, spending the majority of the years with two men who were completely wrong for me. Because those relationships didn't result in marriage.
I also have another friend who teaches college students and admitted he tells my stories to them to make them feel like IT COULD BE WORSE in their own lives.... And I sometimes exclaim things like "oh my gosh I LOVE you! Which, has never really felt awkward until I was in a new relationship several years ago. And he and I both knew we both had commitment issues so we were treading lightly around too much talk of feelings. ...waaahhh" His face registered shock and amusement and we ended up laughing about it and I thought I had convinced him that I did So I thought it was fine....until the next day when he asked me to make sure the vacuum even worked because he "blacked out after the L bomb" and couldn't even remember if he finished putting it together.
So now I feel a sort of duty to keep sharing these mishaps, since it obviously serves a greater humanitarian purpose.... Then one day, he offered to put together the new vacuum cleaner I had just bought. So as I'm sitting on the couch, and he puts the last piece in place in the middle of my living room, I blurt out "I LOVE YOU"then immediately bury my face in horror."I mean! Oh.(and I later realized he (The poor guy took more abuse before our relationship finally ended included having to explain to his entire family why there was a women's earring laying perfectly innocently on his couch cushion when they happened to all come over for a get together right after I left.