My first and only girlfriend was a woman who had asked me for directions to a classroom at a college campus, I later ran into her, struck up some conversation, and in time we started seeing one another more often. Those were great time’s I really enjoyed her company and loved talking to her family; I never had much luck talking with girls so I was happy that things were going so well. In time however things began to slowly get awkward with us, she was distant, frequently cancelled dates, and I could not talk with her family like I used to. At some point in time I had a conversation with her and she informed me that she was mistaken about me; she thought I was her ideal man, but after knowing more about me she realized I was not. I was surprised when she told me that she actually wanted an abusive boyfriend, somebody who would often get angry and have destructive tendencies. After that eye opening speech she broke up with me, I was crushed and embarrassed by what she had told me. It’s funny really growing up my father was like that and I always hated him for it, I swore that I would never be like him and I would always treat my wife right. Yet here I was, turned down by a woman who wanted everything I had hated about my father, she had everything in common with me and I loved her so much. After that things sort of fell apart and she was angry at me and told me never to talk to her again, I have not seen her since but I still think about her everyday.
After that I spent a lot of time finishing college and working, and then a friend of mine said he wanted me to meet a friend of a friend who had similar interest of mine. I was still getting over my ex and he thought it would be a better change of pace to meet somebody new. So I uneasily agreed because I had never tried blind dates before so I was skeptical, despite that calls were made and a plan was set. So the weekend rolls around and here I am in the middle of a mall, I waited and passed some time texting a friend or two. As I waited I was approached by a heavy set woman who in advanced had seen my photo, she introduced herself and I did the same as well. I am not superficial or anything but I do not wish to date anyone of that particular size, however it was not her size that bothered me. It was her smell it was a terrible smell one similar to piss and old cheese, I was very close to vomiting because it was so powerful. Despite that I spent the rest of the day with her and we did have some fun, but I told her it would not work out. My brother has told me that I am a bigger man then him for not running as soon as I saw her, but I told him that it would have been very rude to do so.
By this time I had finished college got a new job and had not much to do, this time around my mother tells me of a nice woman that works with her at her job. I don’t talk to her about my personal life but she knows I’m single, I later run into this woman at a school festival. I talk to her for a bit and later on my mother tells me she asked her out for me and she said ok, so I went out to dinner with her. We talked, ate some food, and then she had to leave for a wedding ceremony. After that I never heard from her again the only thing I got back was that she felt odd because she ordered a beer and I asked for tea. I don’t drink beer for anyone who is curious about that.
Sadly that was my last date with a woman, since then I have had the unpleasant misfortune of, begin laid off from work, never getting called back from other jobs, and living with my mother because I don’t have any money anymore. I have had my ups and downs growing up, but this is the first time I have ever felt like a total loser.
