….sometimes this feels more like a process of elimination type thing. I’m trying to remain positive and hopeful. Trying to enjoy this somewhat repetitive exhausting journey.
Johnny T seemed to have a sense of humour, two kids pre-teen, worked full time at a reputable company.
All the basics!
We msg’d for a couple weeks before meeting. In that I learned a few interesting things:
1) He uses ‘all’ instead of ‘I’ll’ in messages, drives me
2) He currently lives with his parents…but realizes he needs to move out.
3) He knew an ex b/f I had dated in the fall for a couple months (I’ll call him Sha-boom I’ll tell you about him someday).
4) Not only did Johnny T know Sha-boom as the two of them were from a small town, but they hung out and ended up sleeping with each other’s exes!!
Even after all that I decide, everybody has a past…remaining positive.
We decided to meet at a coffee shop, in my city…we meet in the parking lot. We get out of the car hug hello and strike 1- he rubbed my ass. We head in he pays for coffee, we grab a seat. Strike 2- he smells like a cigarette (yet I remember him telling me he only smokes when he drinks) Strike 3- he then tells me he had 4 beers with his buddy who was just released from JAIL before coming to meet me. Yay a drunk driver with convicted friends! Seriously could this get worse?
I look down at his fingers and they are brownish yellow, so I ask…you only smoke when you drink right? He says yes….so he’s also apparently an alcoholic!!! Is this strike 12 yet??
After an hour or so of him talking about how often he frequents strip clubs in this I’m too cool for school type of way….we head out to our cars and he dives in for a kiss, and a groping hug, again touching my ass! I managed some crazy ninja spin and I get in my car and head home! Phew that cost me like $2 in gas…done. When I get home he texts to say he had a great time and maybe next time he will let ME buy him dinner….lol….I thank him for coffee and tell him he’s better get some sleep. Strike 100 – the text……
he’s gonna rub one out…..no words.
He drunk text me for the remainder of that weekend and finally I just said, we are in very different places….good luck.
It’s gotta get better riiiight?!