The Single Life

March 18, 2011 § Leave a comment

…For some reason since I’ve moved to L.A. my dating experience has almost been surreal. I remember not too long ago, one of my friends wondered why I’m not worried about dating.

 I’ve encountered my more than WTF moments that seem like an episode straight out of t.v.  My friends couldn’t believe these stories, but they are true. Some of these conversations have just popped out of nowhere:

Guy #1: I have a thick d#$@

Um, okay…do I look like I’m waiting on the corner for a john? (BTW, the context came completely out of nowhere when the conversation wasn’t even sexual!)

Guy#2: I have the strong urge to show myself to you.

Again, the conversation came completely out of nowhere! And this was on a first date. Why is it that these men are obsessed with talking about their private parts?

Guy#3: I’m so mad that you don’t want to kiss me (with a pout). I get told all the time how good-looking I am.

Well then, sir, I guess you won’t mind kissing yourself then.

Guy #4: How come you don’t want to kiss me? You’re different…most women would be throwing themselves at me.

Good for them! I’m not like most of those women that you come across.

Guy #5: Why can’t black Americans be jolly like the blacks in England?

WTF? That comment alone is wrong in sooo many levels that I won’t even bother discussing it. Furthermore, thanks a lot for pointing out my race as if I don’t know it already.

I think these reasons alone are why I’ve decided to abstain from dating awhile.

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