I recently embarked into the treacherous undergrowth of what some call “the nightlife” (shiver). Since my life consists of talking to dogs there is minimal opportunity to meet someone organically. Thus, I created an online dating profile and threw that rod into the pond. I “matched” with a man, we communicated via the wide web, seemingly connected enough to decide that we should meet in person. Now, might I remind you, I have dated one man for the 40 years I have been alive. That was my husband whom I met when I was 16. We remained together until our divorce 2 years ago. So to say I am a virgin dater is an understatement. Also, it wasn’t a spectacular seperation/divorce so I have been aboard an “if you are a man you can take a long walk off a short pier hate train” for quite some time.
My life, my motto, my desire is to love myself. And in that vein, choose what I want. Say yes to those and that which I find acceptable/capable of serving the life I have created. No compromising. And being a woman, in this here lil ole’ patriarchal society with which we have all been indoctrinated into and also breaking the mold of which I have lived stuck inside of for the last 20 plus years, figuring out what it is that best serves ME is challenging son.
Isn’t that a mind fuck in it’s pretty little self? Like, what in the ever loving hell are you talking about?? You live your life, YOUR life not considering what might best serve YOU? You live/have lived this glorious realm with which you have been bequeathed conceding to others because it will make THEIR life easier/more enjoyable? And not only thattttt but you don’t put yourself before the feelings/emotions of MeNNNN? You ask them what they want before asking YoUrSelF? Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here. Beep beep toot toot stop this train rightthefucknow, I’m out.
So…with that being said, let’s try this dating shmating thing all the non dog entities also known as humans talk about. And let’s go into it thinking of ourselves. Let’s check in with ourselves and ask “Heyyyy…knock knock you in there…is this ok? Is this situation ok with YOU?” I quickly realized not only was I rusty in this concept but the door was sealed shut and had a 2x4 blocking the exit.
AS we know, the universe is always giving you what you want. And usually in the form of lessons. So pay the fuck attention, learn and grow from those lessons or the universe will give you a big fat F and you will need to repeat the grade until you pass.
Ok. Match with the man. His pics are cute, we seemingly connect and decide to meet in person for dinner. We both expressed our excitement and nerves prior to meeting which at the time I thought was endearing. AwWwWW we LiKeee each other that’s why we’re nervoussss. NO you silly little bitch! BUTTERFLIES IN YOUR STOMACH ARE A TRAUMA RESPONSE MANIFESTING WITHIN YOUR BODY. Thank you therapist Laura for explaining that one.
I get to the restaurant first. He calls and says, “Oh my god I’ve hit so much traffic. I’m so sorry. I thought I left in plenty of time. Blah. Blah. Blah.” I respond, “That’s ok, no worries. I’m getting a little work done while I wait.” Mistake #1. NO. It is NOT ok that you are over 30 minutes late for our first date. But alas we are women…we give passes even when they are not warranted.
He arrives, 40 minutes late, walks over to the table in which I am seated, stops short, opens his arms, puts one leg out in a sort of tad da pose and says, “I look good right?” Not hello, not I’m so sorry, not you look even more beautiful in person. His first thought to say to me, the woman who was waiting for his late ass, was something pertaining to himself.
Now let it be known that over the course of the last 2 years I have dove head first down several narcissistic behavior rabbit holes and although I didn’t realize the importance of my research at the time, I now have a doctorate in narcissistic behavior and traits. So I knew, after that lil display of self inflated behavior that I better buckle up because we about to go on a ride baybee.
He sits, asks if I want to eat, crickets. “Yes,” I reply. He states, “That’s fine I’m not going to eat.” Cool cool. He orders a drink, I order my meal. He finishes his drink and orders another. In fact, he was sipping the last sip while summoning the waiter for another. The conversation continues and YOU GUESSED IT it was mainly about himself. Where he’s from, what he has overcome, how he is humble but also knows what he brings to the table (barf). At one point, and for whatever reason (I am still to this day unsure of and it haunts my dreams because I think back trying to piece together strings of conversation to uncover why this action occurred but I am met with a dead end every time), he pulls up his shirt and flashes his left nipple. You heard me. While at dinner he pulled up his shirt and boop flashed his naked nipple to me and the rest of the restaurant.
I had been to the bathroom 3 times pep talking myself with, “Ok just have a good time. Hey, you’re out just try and enjoy.” Mistake #2. NO. This is a madman. If YOU are not enjoying yourself, if you are conceding to behavior that you find unacceptable because you don’t want to make the madman feel bad, sad, mad etc then EHHHHH you have failed the test. I should have went back to the table, stated I am leaving (because we don’t give explanations when they are not deserved thank you very much) and went home. But I hadn’t learned my lesson yet so alas I returned to the table of the dinner time nip show.
Within seconds of my bottom hitting my seat the madman suddenly calls out to the 4 person double date seated at the table next to us. “HEY you guys want shots?” My face was a mixture of confusion, should I be laughing at this joke and more confusion. Did he just ask the strangers whom we had not been conversing with, whom I didn’t even realize were next to us until he rudely interrupted their evening by yelling at them to see if they wanted to shoot alcohol while at dinner? The couples coyly reply “Sure.” The madman looks at me and says, “ALRIGHT YEAH let’s join them” and scoots his chair over to their table. THAT’LL DO IT. I stood up, apologized to the fellow guests for my FIRST date’s rude and interjecting behavior, looked at the madman, said “don’t text me” and I left.
My brain was silent as I scurried down the stairs to my exit. I wanted to move quickly in case he got up to follow me but I was pretty sure his giant ego wouldn’t fit through the door.
I went to call an Uber but none were available for over an hour so I decided to jump on the train. I texted my mom the details of the date and she stated that my dad was arriving home from a gig so he would pick me up at the train station. The perks of having musician parents. You can always count on them being up late. So, here I am. 40 years old, having my father pick me up after a date gone wrong. Just the medicine I needed.
Ok folks let’s recap on things done wrong and things done right. Behavior that you find unacceptable should not be expressed as “ok.” If you don’t want to say “HEY ASSHOLE you suck,” don’t say anything. You shouldn’t just say words that you think might make THEM feel more at ease while you’re suffering. Although I did well by leaving the date prematurely I didn’t leave soon enough. I continued to sit through the torture because women have been conditioned to believe that “torture” is acceptable and should even be tolerated or given leniency. Leave, change, haul ass out of whatever situation you’re in if you feel it does not serve you. Period. And lastly, keep those nips hidden. At least until dessert.