I was telling my bbf today about something that happened to me earlier this week. Since he refuses to believe what I tell him about the things that happen and why I feel they do as far as dating or getting asked out is concerned. We had an entire conversation via gchat, he said the story was hilarious, so I thought, why not bring it to the masses. Enjoy!
On Wednesday evening, I was invited to go and see The Color Purple at Lincoln Theatre (I know it's at National Theatre, just continue reading). I was able to get two tickets, normally I would take my sister but she had two tickets as well, which meant, we needed dates. I asked one of my guy friends because I am not dating anyone nor do I know anyone who is a prospect that I know would go and enjoy a play. If I brought a female friend and we saw my folks there, later, they would've had something to say about why I couldn't get a date. Thank you to my friend who came out to support. You know who you are.
At any rate, I went to meet my sister at Ben's Next Door, I get off work early enough to sit and chill before the show. I get there before her, she's still at work. When I arrive, I ask that I sit at the bar, no table needed. I didn't plan on eating, just drinking. I've seen this play a million times...I needed to prepare myself. I walk myself to the bar, there is a striking man sitting there. As usual, I don't think much of it. Most of the time, they're married or not interested. I ask if someone is sitting next to him, he says no and moves the chair in order for me to sit. "Thank you." I flag down the waiter and ask for a menu. The guy, let’s call him, Guy, says, "I wish I knew that you needed a menu, I would've given you mine." I smile. "That's nice of you." he extends his hand and introduces himself. (OH Shit! he has manners, he knows how to introduce himself, oh my goodness. This is nice.) I introduce myself and we began chatting.
Now, at this point, I've been reeled in. It is absolutely refreshing to meet a man who knows how simple it is to say hello, introduce himself and proceed with nice conversation. I will admit that I am hoping that some information is exchanged. We sit at the bar drink and laugh and have great conversation. We talk about our careers, he's intrigued that I'm a poet, compliments my voice. I blush. We speak about the government shut down, sports and our interests. I was having a great time. No pressure, we joked about him having something in his nose, we joked about something floating in my drink...very light and fun.
Then wait...damn, I forgot his name. I was taken aback when he introduced himself; I was hypnotized by the smile. What could I do? I almost never remember people’s names. So, I feel bad for not remembering his name. You guys know me though; I'm not the type to continue speaking to someone and not know his name. I ask for it again. He gets upset but jokingly says he's going to tease me about it. Which he did in fact try to do until my sister arrived. She came in and tapped me on the waist to let me know that she was there but she saw me having a nice conversation with an attractive guy, she knew not to block.
"Was that your sister?" "Yep,” she came back because I beckoned her back over, he wanted to meet her. He invited her to sit with us, he introduced himself and I got his name then. He still teased me about not remembering his name. I didn't, I usually don't. It’s a bad habit I have. I need to work on it. But he didn't seem too phased about it. I showed remorse. Plus, we continued to talk and laugh. He still was asking questions about me writing for a new website. He took down the site and said he would read my articles.
Guy gave Courtney, my sister, the seat to the other side of him and scooted over closer to me. I thought, if in fact, he wasn't feeling me any longer because of the name thing, he would've let her sit in between us, right? I don't know! Anyway, my sister gets a drink and I tell the waiter to get the check for my sister and I. It's getting hella late and I don't want to stand my friend up who's probably waiting outside for us. Guy takes the tab, switching my card out for his, as he says, "You've been so cool, the least I could do is buy your drinks." Girl.......I about fainted. I never ever ask a guy to buy me a drink. I kind of have trouble with accepting one. I just feel weird about a stranger spending money on me and he doesn't even know me. I just feel obligated to sit and talk. I'd much rather buy my own drink and dance or some shit.
So....yes, where was I? Girllllll.......I about fainted, not to mention we bank with the same bank! (Am I reading to much into that? Probably. But it was cute) I smiled and thanked him. I get up to leave, I'm stalling, picking up my keys slow, checking my pockets...smh...I know we're going to be late, but I've seen The Color Purple a million times. I want him to ask for my number. Normally....Normally...I will just say, "here's my number." I try not to do that anymore, I don't want to be pushy, if a guy wants to speak later, he will ask for my info or give his. Right? Well....I guess he didn't want to have anything else to do with my ass. We walked out and went to Lincoln, only to find that the play was at National. Thanks mom for giving me the wrong information. We stand there talking for a minute about our next move. Guy walks, if that’s what you call it, can you describe a man’s walk as beautiful? Anyway, on his way out of the restaurant, he taps me and says, "Be cool." WTF!!!
My thought process: Word? Word! Word. Yea...that's what's up.
I must admit, I was angry, maybe I am still a bit angry...fuck it, I'm still angry. This always happens. But Joe Shmoe, some old friend I'm not interested, a greasy ass lamo or an older man and you can mix and match that selection. They have no shame....they will ask for the digits in a heartbeat, wrap you up when they know you're not interested. I don't get it, there must be something wrong with me! My bff says not to think that way and that maybe he was just looking for good conversation, or that he was in a relationship...who knows. Nah....it has to be me. I generally agree with him if this only happened once. However, it is often. Rejected by great prospects and chased by those who are suspect.
In conclusion, this sucks. I'm sure I could've summed this up a bit better but I am getting angry over this shit all over again. Maybe later, I will be happy to have had a nice conversation with Guy. I doubt it. I definitely feel I deserve much more than a damn conversation.
On Wednesday evening, I was invited to go and see The Color Purple at Lincoln Theatre (I know it's at National Theatre, just continue reading). I was able to get two tickets, normally I would take my sister but she had two tickets as well, which meant, we needed dates. I asked one of my guy friends because I am not dating anyone nor do I know anyone who is a prospect that I know would go and enjoy a play. If I brought a female friend and we saw my folks there, later, they would've had something to say about why I couldn't get a date. Thank you to my friend who came out to support. You know who you are.
At any rate, I went to meet my sister at Ben's Next Door, I get off work early enough to sit and chill before the show. I get there before her, she's still at work. When I arrive, I ask that I sit at the bar, no table needed. I didn't plan on eating, just drinking. I've seen this play a million times...I needed to prepare myself. I walk myself to the bar, there is a striking man sitting there. As usual, I don't think much of it. Most of the time, they're married or not interested. I ask if someone is sitting next to him, he says no and moves the chair in order for me to sit. "Thank you." I flag down the waiter and ask for a menu. The guy, let’s call him, Guy, says, "I wish I knew that you needed a menu, I would've given you mine." I smile. "That's nice of you." he extends his hand and introduces himself. (OH Shit! he has manners, he knows how to introduce himself, oh my goodness. This is nice.) I introduce myself and we began chatting.
Now, at this point, I've been reeled in. It is absolutely refreshing to meet a man who knows how simple it is to say hello, introduce himself and proceed with nice conversation. I will admit that I am hoping that some information is exchanged. We sit at the bar drink and laugh and have great conversation. We talk about our careers, he's intrigued that I'm a poet, compliments my voice. I blush. We speak about the government shut down, sports and our interests. I was having a great time. No pressure, we joked about him having something in his nose, we joked about something floating in my drink...very light and fun.
Then wait...damn, I forgot his name. I was taken aback when he introduced himself; I was hypnotized by the smile. What could I do? I almost never remember people’s names. So, I feel bad for not remembering his name. You guys know me though; I'm not the type to continue speaking to someone and not know his name. I ask for it again. He gets upset but jokingly says he's going to tease me about it. Which he did in fact try to do until my sister arrived. She came in and tapped me on the waist to let me know that she was there but she saw me having a nice conversation with an attractive guy, she knew not to block.
"Was that your sister?" "Yep,” she came back because I beckoned her back over, he wanted to meet her. He invited her to sit with us, he introduced himself and I got his name then. He still teased me about not remembering his name. I didn't, I usually don't. It’s a bad habit I have. I need to work on it. But he didn't seem too phased about it. I showed remorse. Plus, we continued to talk and laugh. He still was asking questions about me writing for a new website. He took down the site and said he would read my articles.
Guy gave Courtney, my sister, the seat to the other side of him and scooted over closer to me. I thought, if in fact, he wasn't feeling me any longer because of the name thing, he would've let her sit in between us, right? I don't know! Anyway, my sister gets a drink and I tell the waiter to get the check for my sister and I. It's getting hella late and I don't want to stand my friend up who's probably waiting outside for us. Guy takes the tab, switching my card out for his, as he says, "You've been so cool, the least I could do is buy your drinks." Girl.......I about fainted. I never ever ask a guy to buy me a drink. I kind of have trouble with accepting one. I just feel weird about a stranger spending money on me and he doesn't even know me. I just feel obligated to sit and talk. I'd much rather buy my own drink and dance or some shit.
So....yes, where was I? Girllllll.......I about fainted, not to mention we bank with the same bank! (Am I reading to much into that? Probably. But it was cute) I smiled and thanked him. I get up to leave, I'm stalling, picking up my keys slow, checking my pockets...smh...I know we're going to be late, but I've seen The Color Purple a million times. I want him to ask for my number. Normally....Normally...I will just say, "here's my number." I try not to do that anymore, I don't want to be pushy, if a guy wants to speak later, he will ask for my info or give his. Right? Well....I guess he didn't want to have anything else to do with my ass. We walked out and went to Lincoln, only to find that the play was at National. Thanks mom for giving me the wrong information. We stand there talking for a minute about our next move. Guy walks, if that’s what you call it, can you describe a man’s walk as beautiful? Anyway, on his way out of the restaurant, he taps me and says, "Be cool." WTF!!!
My thought process: Word? Word! Word. Yea...that's what's up.
I must admit, I was angry, maybe I am still a bit angry...fuck it, I'm still angry. This always happens. But Joe Shmoe, some old friend I'm not interested, a greasy ass lamo or an older man and you can mix and match that selection. They have no shame....they will ask for the digits in a heartbeat, wrap you up when they know you're not interested. I don't get it, there must be something wrong with me! My bff says not to think that way and that maybe he was just looking for good conversation, or that he was in a relationship...who knows. Nah....it has to be me. I generally agree with him if this only happened once. However, it is often. Rejected by great prospects and chased by those who are suspect.
In conclusion, this sucks. I'm sure I could've summed this up a bit better but I am getting angry over this shit all over again. Maybe later, I will be happy to have had a nice conversation with Guy. I doubt it. I definitely feel I deserve much more than a damn conversation.
3 comments:
Awww, indeed you definitely deserve more than a conversation. You have such a powerful demeanor and great sense of self, but I wouldn't give myself that much power, if I were you, and ...maybe you lack a bit of knowledge of who you are. In that you may be unaware that you have an aura about you that is very welcoming and yet one that makes someone want to check themselves before they think to have the audacity to engage any deeper than casual conversation. [I've been there. In YOUR presence. *smile*] ...Now, now, I'm not blaming you. I'm simply stating that ...unfortunately, for some reason (that I have not yet found out my darn self) the male species just aren't as forward, confident, and are fearful of rejection unless apparently they are the ones we wish had less self-assurance--you know, that old man cat calling you as you walk down the street, or guy friend who makes most girls knees weak but he does NOTHING for you, hence you two are strictly friends, although he'd rather you not be. ...I tell you, I know your dilemma. I always say "the one I want never wants me and the one I don't want, wants me". That's my curse. I have a male friend in mind to whom I may forward this to post. His perspective, I think, would be appreciative 'cause truth of the matter is I don't know the answers, but I refuse to think it's something wrong with me. I suggest you do the same queen.
He was probably in a committed relationship.
So this read to me like chapter 1 in the Danielle Chronicles! I think you really could spin this into a book! LOL! Think about it!
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