“Right now, I’m as single as a slice of American cheese.”~ Nick Cannon
Not to say that I am not open to the possibility if it presents itself on its own, but I’m done with the whole game of chase.
This past Tuesday I was out and about and long story short, I was being flirted with the woman behind the cash register at the restaurant I stopped in for lunch.
I saw two VERY obvious signs of flirtation and so I went in for the kill, so to speak.
I simply asked if she was busy at any time during the rest of this week. She said she was free Friday and I suggested that she and I go do something together.
Yes, I asked her out on a date. Something I normally wouldn’t do. One probably should have checked me for a fever. But that wouldn’t have mattered much as she said YES.
Shocked as I was, I was not turned down. I wanted her to more or less “speak closer into the microphone” but that would have made me look really stupid.
So I waited for Friday evening.
I must note that I listened to a radio program on the Internet who had interviewed Jodi Ambrose. The person to whom I am forever in debt for many things.
55 minutes of relationship goodness. Some laughs, some cries, you know… the whole nine yards. I’m biased in saying this, but I think it would be so much fun to actually talk with her.
I digress, moving on to the date.
I was honest with this woman and told her that I didn’t drive. She said that it would not be a problem and we would meet somewhere in the middle and go from there.
And we did that.
But we sat there in the vehicle for at least ten minutes butting heads and arguing about what to do. Either I didn’t have the money or she didn’t have the desire. It was always something. But all of that head butting caused the both of us to be hungry.
It was a decision better suited for choice and a lot easier.
We sat there really close to one another, and I talked so much about sledge hockey, and this blog, and other things about me that my food got cold. I ALWAYS do that!! Dang!!!!
But she sat there in interest and amazement as I set out to show her that even though I am in a wheelchair, that I can still have a full and productive life. Anyone who thinks otherwise can just suck on it.
She was admiring my sense of humor as well. But I noticed that she was beginning to check the door every time someone came in. And then she would stare and watch as they walked by.
Suddenly piece after piece after piece of hunkalicous male eye candy walked through that door. And I have no idea where in the world they came from.
We are talking about the male specimens that ANY woman is going to notice. It does not matter whether you are single, married, in a relationship, divorced, or half-dead…. these men would make ANY woman purr like a kitten even if its only inside of her head.
Okay, fine. I’m not as “hot” as these guys who were coming in. But my date kept staring at them so much that it got to the point where she kept asking me to repeat what I just said. If I would have kept count, I probably would have killed her.
Why? Because I was uncomfortable and angry.
What she did not know is that the radio interview with Jodi Ambrose briefly discussed just that, and how men should never do that in front of their woman. Well of course it goes both ways.
I was no longer having fun any more. And I was stuck with not knowing really what to do. Should I tell her that her staring at these men was making me feel ill or should I just grin and bear it??
I decided to go with the honest, brutal truth. I told her that because she keeps staring at these men, it is drawing her attention away from me and it was insulting.
As I got out of the vehicle and attempted to speak to her as a human being, wanting to let her eye-humping activities go… she decided to fight back.
This girl went on and on and on to excuse her bad behavior by justifying the fact that these men were much more attractive than I.
She included the fact that she believed that these men are so attractive that they had more money than I would ever dare to dream of having.
Yes, she really went THAT FAR with her campaign of protecting herself by attempting to put me down. And this came up because I told her that I wanted to go home if she was not going to stop looking at these men and was not going to pay attention to me talking with her.
There is no joke to this. I wouldn’t dare of making something like this up considering the huge length of time in between now and the last time I went on a date that was actually considered a date.
Intimacy even has a longer timeline. But we will not discuss it.
However, this meme says it all.
It really sucks to know that this woman was the person to make the first move. She flirted with me first. She agreed to the date. And then when it was sabotaged by her own lusts, she turned out to be a royal pain.
And so armed with the relationship advice of the powerful and mighty Jodi Ambrose, I caught on to what she was doing. Hell, I cannot even be sure if she really or truly wanted to be there. But if she didn’t then why did she agree to the date?
So now I dunk my sorrows in the cookies purchased from The Cape Cod Cookie Company that was received today. Chocolate….. YUM!
I highly suggest you look them up and order yourself a half or full dozen today.
Meanwhile I’m done. I know that it doesn’t pay at all but I might consider a career in misanthropy.
People today STILL are this abhorrent and cruel, and its uncalled for.
I’ll heal. But will I be scarred????