….but I don’t really think so. Let me give a little background.
(Oh, first, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I hope you all had a great holiday season! Ok, back to this post.)
I met a guy in late 2014. After going back and forth multiple times with nothing ever panning out, he reaches out to me a year after we met. Homeboy has done a COMPLETE 180-texts every day, calls me at night (like 6 pm-after-work-night, not 11 pm-booty-call-time-night), is real anxious to take me out. Then he disappears. And re-appears. And disappears. And re-appears. Most recently, he invited me over this weekend and cooked for me. I REALLY wanted to say “No” (he’s inconsistent, plus, I told myself I’m not dating in 2016), but homeboy said steak. I mean, it’s not like it was chicken; it was a freakin’ steak! So after church, I moseyed on over and we broke bread. And watched movies. Until I had to go. (Previous plans and always keep them wanting more.)
Before I left, we made plans to go to the movies this week. He was supposed to call and let me know what time he was picking me up. We talked about chivalry and how it wasn’t dead and how he was going to do better (in the being a gentleman department). After pushing our movie date back by a day after I texted and asked what time I need to be ready, I called him last night on my way home to find out what time he was coming to pick me up. He said he was still in “work mode” and hadn’t really thought about it. I said, cool, but when you figure it out, call me, ask me out, and let me know what time I need to be ready. Now, this is where the b*tch part comes in.
I could have EASILY done some things around the house and waited for homeboy to call me. But noooooooo…..I
find look for a link that gives tips on being chivalrous and send it to him. (Now say it with me, “Oh, Elle”.) I thought it might be comical, and I even prefaced it by saying, “Since we were discussing this earlier this week…” so it wouldn’t seem (as) harsh. Can you believe homeboy then sent a message saying he was too STRESSED to go out, but that he appreciated me and that he was going to work on him??? So my text may have been a little itchy with a “b” in front of it. And it doesn’t help that Southern Cousin AND Southern Dad have said that I may be too hard on guys. But shoot, if a little text message about chivalry stresses you out, you probably don’t need to go out with me (or anybody else) anyway.
While I was a little shocked at first, you know, I’m actually kinda glad he bailed. I definitely dodged a bullet. What bullet? It doesn’t matter. Homeboy wasn’t stable/consistent anyway and most certainly is not the type of man that I need in my life. Hasta luego….or not.
Until next time, I’m just a Southern girl…in the city!