Fuck. I actually will have this convo cause he likes shit that I like. And just because shit didn’t work out at one point, doesn’t mean it has to be that way for this shit.
Fuck. I kinda wish I could talk about it, but there’s too many mother fuckers reading this shit!
I’m screen capping the fuck out of it.
Dinner with Joe got awkward.
I was talking about how much time I don’t spend at home, and how I would probably sleep there that night.
All of a sudden, the waitress comes over and he asked to get a split bill. It was super tacky. He could’ve waited til the waitress left and had us split it in a different way… like I would give him the cash.
My order was about $15… I had $10. I could’ve put my $10. And have him charge it. But because he wanted to be so tacky, he ended up paying for the entire thing.
I split the check with what’s his face… and the way in which he did it was honorable. It’s awkward, but I paid with my card, and he gave me cash. It wasn’t as fucking in your face as this cornball nigga.
But honestly, he seemed kinda boring. His conversions were kinda gay. Like, “what’s your favorite movie?” “What do you like to read?” “What was the last concert you went to?”
Besides that, he is dating someone who is not physically attracted to him and it sounded like he basically had to change who he was for her.
Any mother fucker that withholds pussy from themselves is either gay or likes to feel sexually frustrated.
If I fucked that nigga, he would’ve probably popped after 2 pumps. Cause we all know I got the good good good!
When I talked about just paying rent and being low on cash, this mother fucker asks, “did you talk to your primary about moving in together?”
Excuse me, my primary owns multiple properties around here… if I needed a place, I would talk to him… but we also just started dating and I would never move in with ANYONE that quick.
I like being with him two nights a week. It works well for what we are doing. I’m not the clingy type.
He is that intense that he remembered James’s name and shit… crazy…
Anyway, I don’t think I’m good for being the other woman. It’s not gonna work. Plus, I don’t think I want to sleep with him or am attracted to him in that way.
He’s too into spiritual shit. Like horroscopes and other bullshit.
Like my sun’s in Aquarius. I’m a rising Taurus and my moon is in Scorpio.
That just means, I’m an asshole. But you didn’t have to read my horroscope to know that.
But fine. So he’s out. I can’t do anything on Mondays and Tuesdays anymore. I’m just tired!
But I think Dustin, James, Josh and ONE rando per week is ok.
I don’t want to be your fuck toy, or the other woman. I don’t like that.
I refuse to split boring dates, or even good dates, anymore. You have to pay until the 3rd date. That’s all.
He’s such a good voice of reason…
I’ll bring the weed if you smoke, you get the fucking $13 bill. Goddamn. I think for dating standards, that’s pretty good if you get to have sex with me later… Josh waited, Russell waited… you can too!
I CANT DO THE SNOWFLAKE THING!!!
So no Joe. I might see Kev before Joe, honesty. Though I know I’m not attracted to Kev.
Ugh but I wanna fuck this dude right here.