Dating down here in Florida has been very interesting, to say the least. Simply because it is none existent. When I first moved down here, last January I encountered a gentleman we will so kindly name as "Dan". When I first met him he was very nice looking, late 20's dark hair, green eyes, tan and tall. He told me that he was "intrigued" by me, basically saying he has never dated a black girl before and that he would really like to take me to dinner. So I agreed, Hell Craig and I was on the rocks again so I decided to this just to get out and mingle a little.
Before I went on this date my mom asked me a series of questions, like how do I know him, make sure that we go to well lighted places, and make sure my 9mm was loaded and under my seat. (I am from Atlanta and we don't play that funny business shit, and yes I am licenced to carry a weapon, so no need to be alarmed I am legal.) But something that stuck out to me is what she said next, "If he gives you a lot run around when you ask him questions, or he is acting paranoid then run like hell because his wife is right behind him!!!" I laughed so hard when she said that, I swear that I peed a little, I mean that really like messed me up for the rest of the night.
But what is funny is that, that exact scenario happened, he was really jumpy and nervous. I thought at one point I was going to jump across the table and punch his ass in the face, to calm him down. Once dinner was over, he might have said the most obvious thing to me, He will text me when he got home, to let me know he was in the house. So I asked him why not just call, I mean I really didn't want him to call but I was just testing the water, and do you know what this fool said? He likes to text better than talking, Oh Hell, there goes the neighborhood, we have a cheater ladies and gentlemen!!!! So of course I never talked to him again. So check this out, I was running on the beach, at Jacksonville Beach, and guess who I ran by? Dan!!!! and his lovely family! This asshole had two small kids and a wife, if I wasn't worried about getting arrested by Jax Beach Police, I would have went Chris Brown on his ass something nasty.
I learned a valuable lesson that day, people are selfish and they are out for their own gratifications in life. I mean this applies to everyone, yes ladies you know we have our f***** up ways too!!, but what I am trying to say is that it is hard to find people to date when you get older because they tend to have baggage and drama, like our friend Dan.
I have noticed that being down here in St.Augustine that finding dates are just scarce as finding a good pair of jeans in Old Navy. I wondering what is it really? Maybe its me? I open to anything (not to be taken literally) but it just seem like the scene is whack as hell down here, maybe they are not going to be as bold our friend Dan and subject everyone to their bullshit or they just could not be existent. Who knows, oh well!!!!!
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