Alright so let’s set aside your regular reading for something a little new today….
Our story involves men. HOW FUN! It’s a normal day like any other, work is finished and the dogs are barking…. (my feet). Another thing is making some noise: my gut. I head into the nearest mall for the classic mall junk food and before I even reach the door I am being honked at. HEY!! I’m walking here… have some got damn patience! This is when I noticed a white male waving me down, he proceeds to pull up beside me as I am STILL walking towards the door and asked me if he could talk to me. Okay Becca…. Be nice.
“What can I do for you?”
“Damn girl, you are looking good: like you’ve been in and out the gym in those tights,” he says.
“Actually, I make it my mission to stay out the gym… This is me coming from work,” I replied.
He proceeds to ask the obvious follow up question: where do I work? Then he asked me if I could pull my mask down so he could get a good look at my face. THANK YOU COVID FOR MAKING MEN QUESTION MY BEAUTY EVEN MORE NOW!! Nonetheless, I obliged and removed my face mask to which he comments, “thick and pretty.” *roll eye* He makes me laugh with a few jokes then in a hurry and hangry I slipped him the number of my second phone and continued to walk to the mall.
Now before I continue with this guy, let’s break into another story with another guy at the same MOMENT!
As I am talking to the white guy, a friend I’ve known since I was younger happens to be at the mall and watches me interact with this guy. As I’m walking away after talking with Jimmy(not his name), I noticed him, gave him a hug and asked him how he was doing. He ended following me into the mall and we talked the whole time I was grabbing food about Jimmy. Finally as we were walking back outside to my car, the convo changed. He started talking about me and him: how he always wanted me, he wish I had his kid, he wants to eat the kitty, and how he’s always been hoping that we would be smash. DF! How the conversation turn a whole 180 like that? I laughed and laughed and laughed some more. He continues to describe IN DETAIL his plans and how I’d have such an amazing time with him if we were together. Cutting the conversation short because of hunger, I slid him my second phone’s number and told him I’d talk to him soon. SKKKRRRRRRRRTTTTTT! OUTTIE! I left so damn quick, NONE of that! Now back to Jimmy. We talked the next day to basically get the basics of each other: age, background, employment, relationship status, and 401k’s (nah i’m playing). Now… I know you’re wondering where this story is going. This is a classic ghosting story: THE MAN HAS 3 KIDS! SKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRTTTTT! Now I’m not shallow or anything but I’m older now to whereas I want a family of my own. I’m not going back and forth with the mother’s of your children and I’m not playing step-mom to more than one child. Those are the rules; so that’s why I haven’t spoken to him in over a week. He wasn’t even a bad looking white guy that’s the crazy thing, I just wasn’t having it.