I went on a date this weekend. I haven't been on a date since M.E. and I broke up in April. I met this guy, he and I had a decent amount of conversation. Normally, I don't go out with someone until I've spoken with them for about a week but, my cousin T said "get your fat ass out the house" (she said it with as much love and caring as she could muster). So, I went out with James. I met him one night when T dragged me out of the house. He's 33, single, no children, has a small apartment in the Stuy and works for transit. He seemed nice enough so I fughred what the hell.
It was a rather warm night so, I wore a black vintage wrap dress, just a peek of cleavage with that dress, and my black peep toe pumps. I took my big flowered russian wrap just in case and wore my hair up with my big red rose. I think I was cute. So, he picked me up and went to this rather dinky restaurant. Clue #1 that things were not going to go well: He was a bit rude to our waiter. I didn't like that at all. But, I realize more and more in this world that not everyone is raised the same nor behaves in the same manner, I didn't like it, but, I didn't say anything either, my bad. Clue#2 that things weren't going to go well: When it came time to pay our 50 dollar bill (it was a rinky dink place), he took out his entire pay check. There were 20s, 100s, it was just dumb. I'm not sure why he did that. Maybe he thought I was hard up and impressed by his dough. Maybe he thought I was 15 and the sight of a 100 dollar bill would get my panties wet, not quite sure what that was about. He generally seemed to be a nice guy. We had decent conversation at the very least. So, we left there and he asked if I wanted to go to the South Street Seaport which I thought was really cute when I was a teenager, obviously since this was his idea of a great date and my cousin's voice in my head kept telling me (don't be so judgemental, loosen up, stop being so quick to judge), I obliged. So, we spoke about web design and how he wanted to own his own business one day, all good stuff. He was funny, nice, I thought to myself, maybe we'll go out again, he's a bit rough around the edges but generally nice. So, he brought me home and walked me to my door. I shook his hand, thanked him for dinner and a nice evening and he asked, "Is that all I get?" So, I went in to hug him and give him a kiss on his cheek, and simultaneously both of his hands were in my dress. One went down towards my boobs, the other went up toward my extra girly parts. I pulled myself away from him and screamed at him, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! ARE YOU ON CRACK?!" which was the best I could come up with at the moment. He then kind of chuckled and asked "should we take it inside?" I just kind of looked at him because though this was not funny, I SWORE, he had to be joking. It was like, surreal. He then went on to tell me that I was too uptight and he left. THEN, he called the next day and left me a message saying HE wasn't going to see ME any more because his last girlfriend "got down" (his EXACT words) the same night they met and that I would NEVER get a man acting the way I act. It was shocking/funny/strange/sad. A few years ago, I went out with this guy like three times or so and he wanted to screw me, I told him something to the effect of "I don't even know you, we just met". I remember him saying something like " well, I can't date you because I like to have sex and that obviously is something you don't like to do". So then it made think, are women in general whorish? Or are fat girls expecting to be more whore-y as compared to our thinner counterparts? I mean, I probably know the anwer to this because I've dated many guys who weren't trying to scre me on the first night and believe me, I've dated many more men then I've had sex with so it's obvious that they all werent' expecting me to screw them but, were did this N---a get the idea that a 12 dollar plate of salmon was enough to get into my extra girly parts?
