Jessica

This date is from somewhere back in February of 2019.  Now, as I start writing about these dates, they’ll probably be out of chronological order until I get the hang of this. Once I have caught up on some of the glorious past experiences I have had, I’ll then move forward with current situations in order. So lets get to it with this date.

I’ll skip the first date I had with Mr A, and we’ll move onto the second. I know right, a second date? It’s pretty rare I want to ever see anyone after one date, but hey, there’s a few here and there…then they soon fall off. Inevitably.  Just a little background for those who don’t know me, (I’ll be pretty vague about most things on here like identity and jobs) I work in an industry with long hours, some late nights, and very rarely do I have time off/few weekends.  So its already impossible to date, let alone get a guy to see me again with my unfortunate lifestyle.  Okay enough of that shiz, but figured it would be relevant to the rest of these posts.

So Mr A…quite the handsome man I must say. Seemed pretty well established, mature, on his own in a big ol’ city like San Francisco.  We had a good first date where I waxed the floor with his ass at bowling, so we decided on a second ‘date’ .  He seemed to be understanding on my schedule and wanted to see me one evening after work.  I left at 11pm and met him at a bar across the street.  He seemed slightly inebriated already, so this was going to be glorious.  It was like…a Tuesday…and his idea to see me ‘this late’. So I go in and he tries to order food, I stated it was late and I’ve already eaten/don’t usually eat that late.  He then says I must be anorexic.  yes. obviously.  (i’m 130 and 5’7..pretty far from it) He gets me a glass of wine, after three failed attempts at getting me to order cheese fries.  Wine comes, instead of letting be grab it, he hands it to me and spills 1/4th of it on my jeans.  yayyy a 40 minute train ride home smelling of chardonnay.

A gentleman walked by, I’m not sure if he knew him…but they said hi to each other.  The guy, who came off as a little gay in my opinion, said to Mr A “lucky man you are to have her by your side!’ as he walked toward the exit of the bar.  Mr A got up and sort of aggressively started to follow him and said ‘yeah I know you don’t have to open your mouth’ -_- whattttt. second ‘date’ my dude relax?  okay so. you’re probably wondering why his is titled ‘Jessica’  Because he turned around and said ‘sorry about that Jessica, I don’t know him’ uhm. that’s not my name for those of you that don’t know.  Okay so brushed it off, I know he’s been drinking and well we sort of just met I guess? but come on.  So, first glasses of drinks are done and I’m ready to go.  I don’t drink often and I still have to get home, its almost 12am. yea I’m an old cranky bitch what can I say. I tell him I’m leaving as he pleads for me to stay longer.  No.  ‘Oh come on Jessica” okay this time I correct him…he goes to the bathroom and we then exit the bar and I walk for the train station.  He tells me there’s flash flood warning for the east bay, out where I live and  should stay the night with him TO BE SAFE.  again…Jessica.  No, as I’ve told him after the first date, I’m not a hook up/one night stand kind of girl.  And he said he respected that, but obviously not. woah, big surprise huh? alright so, we kiss, ew blah blah, I head to the train.  We then have very minimal contact over the next few days, until he just ghosts me. Didn’t put out, so I don’t deserve any explanation, right? #datinginthe21stcentury means ghosting 90% of the time because were all still just children