The Vault: Mr Romantic (Part 2 of 2)

Sooo, we're on the couch watching the movie and I fall asleep...I know, bad right, but he got over it. He wakes me up and we go upstairs to his room. Now, a lot of things are going through my mind simultaneously, "do I stay, I'm tired, it's cold outside, he's gonna try to do me, even if he says he's not, he will try, I don't feel like driving, I should go"

I stayed (Bad Diva)...no sex. He tried. We fooled around. No sex. I woke up at the butt crack of dawn and tried to sneak out. He woke up and walked me to the door, asked me what I was doing for the day, blah, blah, blah.

So, we continue to talk, go on a few lunch dates...then it fizzles. Now there are some major things about Mr. Romantic that I didn't like. However, I'm trying to do a happy post, awww, hell, who am I kidding: he had a small man complex. He tried to BOSS me around and talk over me. When we would have a friendly little Political conversation, he HAD to ALWAYS be right (so he thought), he wore shoulder pads in his suits which gave him a weird upside down triangle shape. He was waaay skinnier than me, he almost looked mal-nourished, like he was on a bread & water only diet, which was a turn-off...other than that, he was ok....whew, ok.


He continued to call/text. We stayed in touch somewhat. Then one day, he said something that no guy has ever said to me before, "you don't want a man do you"?

WTF. Uhhh

Me: Why do you say that?

Him: I'm trying to be with you, but when I talk to you about relationships, etc, you stay stuff to make me think you don't want a man.

(You know what I was thinking in my head right?)

Me: (Silence) Uhhh, I do.

Him: No you don't.

Me: Ok

That was the last conversation we had for almost a year, until recently, when he used my side business (i.e. side hustle), and tried to find the PERFECT opportunity to bring up the fact he had a girlfriend...good for you...I don't care.

The thing I took away from our whole interaction, was that for once in one of our conversations, he was right. I didn't want anything at the time (at least with him), hell I don't know what I want NOW.

One minute I want a boyfriend, then the next I'm gallivanting to Jamaica, and drinking rum punch with my crush on a nude beach...

The Vault: Mr. Romantic (Part 1 of 2)

As promised, I went on some not so bad dates. Ultimately, the demise of the guys was due to lack of chemistry and attraction. They were ok, I mean they did have some qualities, I didn't quite like, hmmm, not really deal breakers however, let's focus on the positive!

Today, we'll start with Mr. Romantic. I met him online in late November early December of 07. We talked, e-mailed and text messaged each other for about two weeks before our first meeting. He was similar to his head shot, however he was extremely skinny in person, and his head was a big too big for his body...digressing, sorry. So anyways after our first meeting, we continued to talk and on Christmas Eve, he invited me to his place, in his words, "to pamper & spoil me". He promised dinner by candle light, massages (he was actually a massage therapist), the works. Since this was one of the few years I didn’t get to go home for the holidays, I agreed. Anyways, so we arrive at his place, and he starts getting ready to prepare dinner. I sit and watch him, and we chat. I offer to help and he adamantly declines, saying, "it's my day" then makes me a drink. So I'm making a mental note of all of this, he makes a pretty healthy meal (not that tasty), makes a really good drink, has Prince playing in the background, candles are lit...romantic right?

He puts his final touches on dinner, then has me to follow him to the table. But I was a little confused. There was only one plate.

Me: Aren't you going to eat?

Him: Yes, don't worry about me...

Me: But...

Him: Shhhh

He pulls his chair up right beside mine, as I reach for the fork, he grabs it, and begins feeding me. I will admit, this all felt very awkward. Like, maybe a little too much for a second date, and I never really had anyone to "feed" me literally. So dinner went on like that for awhile. He wouldn't allow me to pick the fork up or to do anything. After dinner, we head to the couch and watch a movie.

To be continued...