I NEVER like to date people who are tight with money. I DON'T find short guys attractive. I DON'T like guys who don't know how to dress. I DO NOT LIKE FEMININE GUYS!!! Aside from all of this, I still gave the midget a chance. I put all my shallowness to the side and dealt with him. He was on the right path from the moment I realized he could make me laugh and I could be myself around him. That was a major plus for me.
Everything was going fine until I started making plans for my birthday weekend. I invited him to my birthday gathering which will be held in Atlantic City, and instead of him saying yes, he focused on who was going to be there. Not that it should matter, but last I recalled it was MY BIRTHDAY and it shouldn't matter who was going to be there. So now we find out he has some type of social issue.
I was ready to stop talking to him, then something told me that he may be the one who's meant for me and I shouldn't drop him like an ugly baby! So I am still talking to him, but I know he can't be the one for me cause I'm constantly getting annoyed by him. He has too many of the characteristics I'm NOT looking for in a man.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Trying Already?
The only reason he told me is because I've noticed he's been working super hard which has caused us to be a little distant. I asked him if everything was straight with us, and he automatically started assuming I was rushing for a relationship. I got mad. For the record when someone asks is everything straight with us, it doesn't mean I'm asking you to be my man, it means I noticed a change from the way we were to now. That was like a huge turnoff. I put him in his place about that, then he suggest I set aside a day for him and only him! He says he knows both of us are busy and that's the only way we'd be able to see each other often. I don't knoooow. I'm not even n a relationship and I'm already making commitments... I need some advice.
Dessert Fever
On Sunday I had a date with the midget. The midget who turns out to be an inch taller that me. I met him on eHarmony and I didn't even want to go through with the guided communication with him because of the height. But since I'm looking for a good ole healthy relationship, I decided to give him a shot. We talked on the phone for a few weeks before we actually met. I was completely comfortable on the phone with him because I wasn't interested in him. But the more we spoke, I started to like his personality.
Anyway, on Sunday we went to The Cheesecake Factory and it went well. We talked about his past relationships and the wall of trust. We also talked about his future goals and aspirations. After indulging in a red velvet cheesecake, he picked up the check and we went to the park. We spoke about any and everything which took a few hours, exchanged some laughs, then finally decided to call it a night.
He dropped me home and I gave him a little surprise. The day before he told me his favorite dessert was red velvet cake. So the morning of our date, I baked him a cake and scribbled "Enjoy" with a smiley :-) face on it. I enjoyed the date, and for that he enjoyed a moist red velvet cake.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
There's Always Sand Between My Toes
My cousins wanted to meet at 10am, but I purposely showed up 5 hours later with hopes of not running into them. I only invited two of my closest relatives to accompany us and stayed away from the others. Unfortunately, they didn't plan of leaving the beach any time soon. We were on one side and they were on the other side of the beach. I gave my cousins the signals to take a walk around the beach, or better yet get away from us so I could get some alone time with Akbar. I asked him a few questions in which the elders were curious about. They wanted to know how he felt about polygamy, where women stood in his culture, and if he has racist tendencies. His answers satisfied my curiosity, although I still felt a little weird about the race thing.
A few weeks ago, I had a discussion with my cousin and told her sometimes I can be so picky where the littlest thing someone may do will turn me away from them. (We'll get back to that later)
As Akbar and I are sitting & having an intimate conversation, my soon to be cousin Kervins sneaks on our side of the beach. He saw me chatting with Akbar and decided to engage in a conversation with him as well. When he was done, I already knew where he was headed. He was going to go on the other side of the beach to spread the news about my company. Boy oh boy did my family share their opinions later that day.
Anyway, I started to get annoyed with Akbar when he asked all these ignorant questions about Haitians & Black Americans. "Do they really have Haitian gangs" "I heard the people are really poor over there" "In Brooklyn, why is there a fried chicken spot & Chinese store on every other block?" Are you fricken serious right now!? I'm not sitting here asking if India smells like a football teams locker room aka sweaty ass! At that point I was ready to give up on him, but what I realized is he gets most of his information from white & Indian colleagues... which also leads me to believe on his own spare time, they make fun of us "coloreds"
I choose not to let it bother me right now, but I'm pretty sure it's going to arise sometime in the future.
Other than that we had lots of fun and we enjoyed each others company. we buried my cousin in the sand and we shared funny stories. My cousins enjoyed his company because his sense of humor meshes well with ours.
We have another date tonight, so stay tuned for the next post.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Spoken Words
Inquiring minds would like to know what "Akbar" and I spoke about.
We pretty much touched every topic. We addressed issues such as how his family would feel about him dating a Caribbean lady; if he were to get a job offering in India after being with his girl for 2 years if he would take it; what are some of his favorite things to do; and I definitely told him about my family and their ways.
His family is pretty liberal; he couldn't imagine himself being with someone for two years without marrying them; he enjoys playing tennis although he's a beginner just like me, he enjoys going to the movies, walks in the park, trying new cuisines, and learning new things... just like me, Just Like Me, JUST LIKE ME!!!
We talked about our past relationships and the mistakes we've made. One of the things that amazes me is how much we can talk without having to deal with an awkward pause. The last relationship he had was two years ago and he hasn't found anything promising since then. He's trying to take his time to make sure the next girlfriend he has is the right one. I feel the same way. The next guy I decide to bring home will be a keeper.
We pretty much touched every topic. We addressed issues such as how his family would feel about him dating a Caribbean lady; if he were to get a job offering in India after being with his girl for 2 years if he would take it; what are some of his favorite things to do; and I definitely told him about my family and their ways.
His family is pretty liberal; he couldn't imagine himself being with someone for two years without marrying them; he enjoys playing tennis although he's a beginner just like me, he enjoys going to the movies, walks in the park, trying new cuisines, and learning new things... just like me, Just Like Me, JUST LIKE ME!!!
We talked about our past relationships and the mistakes we've made. One of the things that amazes me is how much we can talk without having to deal with an awkward pause. The last relationship he had was two years ago and he hasn't found anything promising since then. He's trying to take his time to make sure the next girlfriend he has is the right one. I feel the same way. The next guy I decide to bring home will be a keeper.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Testing New Waters
After years of unsuccessfully dating black men, I've turned over a new leaf. For the past month, I raised the stakes for African american men. No more slackers. If I will seek interest in them, they must meet ALL of my qualifications. Normally, whenever I would lower my standards, I would find myself heartbroken with another failed relationship. So just to save myself the trouble, I dating folks in different international codes... :-)
In the previous post I talked about the guy I called "India" whose name just changed to "AKBAR"! We went on a date Saturday afternoon in midtown Manhattan. Earlier in the day he told me to meet him on W.48 and Avenue of the Americas. Silly me, I assumed I would find parking on the street. My GPS said I was near my destination, but as I'm driving around I'm seeing Radio City Music Hall, Museums, Restaurants, etc... Wait a minute! My retarded butt didn't stop to think W42 Times Square is a few blocks away. There's no way I'm going to find parking around here. I pulled up to one of those parking lots and tried my luck! I stood on the corner of were we expected to meet and I didn't see him. I called his phone and it went to voice mail. OH MY GOODNESS, I'M GETTING STOOD UP.
I sent him a text letting him know that I've arrived. Come to find out, we were trying to call each other at the same time and he was standing near me the whole time. We went to central park and took a walk. I was burning up! It was so humid! I was constantly wiping buckets of sweat off of my forehead. I didn't let that put a damper on my confidence. Our conversation was in sync. We talked, we laughed, we had fun.
After a couple hours of sitting on the hill, it began to drizzle. We didn't want to get drenched in the rain so we decided to go to a nearby bistro to get to know each other a little better. When we got to the bistro it was packed like a can of sardines. We left and sat in front of AB (Alliance Bernstein) and talked for another couple of hours. I then realized the time and started to think about my car that was in the parking lot. I made up an excuse and wrapped things up. He walked me to the parking lot and I gave the attendant my ticket. He rang it up and the screen read $46. WOW! As I scrambled through my wallet, he pulled out his credit card to pay for it. I was pleased indeed. He gave me a kiss good night and wished me a safe travel home.
From that day on, we've spoken everyday and he also made plans for us this weekend. I don't know what you guys think, but I'm feeling him.
In the previous post I talked about the guy I called "India" whose name just changed to "AKBAR"! We went on a date Saturday afternoon in midtown Manhattan. Earlier in the day he told me to meet him on W.48 and Avenue of the Americas. Silly me, I assumed I would find parking on the street. My GPS said I was near my destination, but as I'm driving around I'm seeing Radio City Music Hall, Museums, Restaurants, etc... Wait a minute! My retarded butt didn't stop to think W42 Times Square is a few blocks away. There's no way I'm going to find parking around here. I pulled up to one of those parking lots and tried my luck! I stood on the corner of were we expected to meet and I didn't see him. I called his phone and it went to voice mail. OH MY GOODNESS, I'M GETTING STOOD UP.
I sent him a text letting him know that I've arrived. Come to find out, we were trying to call each other at the same time and he was standing near me the whole time. We went to central park and took a walk. I was burning up! It was so humid! I was constantly wiping buckets of sweat off of my forehead. I didn't let that put a damper on my confidence. Our conversation was in sync. We talked, we laughed, we had fun.
After a couple hours of sitting on the hill, it began to drizzle. We didn't want to get drenched in the rain so we decided to go to a nearby bistro to get to know each other a little better. When we got to the bistro it was packed like a can of sardines. We left and sat in front of AB (Alliance Bernstein) and talked for another couple of hours. I then realized the time and started to think about my car that was in the parking lot. I made up an excuse and wrapped things up. He walked me to the parking lot and I gave the attendant my ticket. He rang it up and the screen read $46. WOW! As I scrambled through my wallet, he pulled out his credit card to pay for it. I was pleased indeed. He gave me a kiss good night and wished me a safe travel home.
From that day on, we've spoken everyday and he also made plans for us this weekend. I don't know what you guys think, but I'm feeling him.
A Quick Word of Advice
I'm not sure if this has happened to anyone, but what's up with guys who want to date you asking YOU to meet them somewhere. Whatever happened to those days when guys would show up at your door to pick you up, then drop you in front of your door once the date was over.... what ever happened to that?
I'll tell you what happened... STALKERS! Nowadays, the least I'd accept is meeting up at a public area convenient for yourself. The other day I was talking to Spanish albino. I live in Queens now, and he lives in Brooklyn. He said we could do anything I wanted to do... I told him I want to have lunch at Roosevelt Mall. He quickly agreed. When the day came for us to meet, he asked where we were meeting up, I told him we could meet in queens then drive to Long Island, which is where the mall is located. He cut me off by asking if we could meet in Brooklyn where it's easier for him. I told him NO, when he's able to come my way, then we'll set something up. This was clearly an "OMG" moment.
If you aren't willing to meet me half way then I won't be willing to meet you at all.
I'll tell you what happened... STALKERS! Nowadays, the least I'd accept is meeting up at a public area convenient for yourself. The other day I was talking to Spanish albino. I live in Queens now, and he lives in Brooklyn. He said we could do anything I wanted to do... I told him I want to have lunch at Roosevelt Mall. He quickly agreed. When the day came for us to meet, he asked where we were meeting up, I told him we could meet in queens then drive to Long Island, which is where the mall is located. He cut me off by asking if we could meet in Brooklyn where it's easier for him. I told him NO, when he's able to come my way, then we'll set something up. This was clearly an "OMG" moment.
If you aren't willing to meet me half way then I won't be willing to meet you at all.
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