SUGAR BYE HONEY PUNCH
If you’ve been following my blog, you may remember that I have attempted online dating twice since the divorce. Neither time was anything short of a debacle. As a result, I have not been tempted to try again in months (nor am I tempted now). I have happily resigned myself to the fact that the only communication I will have will generally be with people I already know—or at least have already met.
If you’ve been following my blog, you may remember that I have attempted online dating twice since the divorce. Neither time was anything short of a debacle. As a result, I have not been tempted to try again in months (nor am I tempted now). I have happily resigned myself to the fact that the only communication I will have will generally be with people I already know—or at least have already met.
So when I got a text from someone I’d only communicated with
via a dating website, I am sure you can imagine my reaction. I had only ever given him my Google
number (because a girl has got to protect herself), but when he got weird, I
cut off all further communication with him. No emails, texts, nothing.
What would prompt such drastic measures, you ask?
In short, the
dude asked me for money.
Apparently he had a psycho ex-wife (another red flag) who had taken his
kid to Germany. He needed the
money to go to Germany to get his son back. Remember, I had never met this guy in person. Needless to say, my answer was, “Uh, no.”
“It’s only $700, not a million, honey.”
It may as well have been a million. Like I have $700 just sitting
around? Hi, single mom here. Yes, I have financial assistance from
the ex, but that doesn’t mean there’s any extra (and there certainly wasn’t at
that time).
He was horribly offended, insisting that I could help, but
just didn’t want to. Apparently
that makes me a horrible person.
I told him, “And we’re done here.”
And we were. I
had no interest in pursuing communication—especially with someone who didn’t
understand my situation and therefore thought I was awful for not putting his
needs first.
So then he texts me, out of the blue, after several months,
“How you doing, honey?”
Wait, what?
Honey, indeed. Hmph.
A friend of mine recently told me that I need to visualize
positive male energy surrounding me and it will come to me. Apparently I didn’t do that very
well. Or maybe it’s opposite day?
Hmmmmmmm.
Until tomorrow, Lovelies….
*Written 1/21/14.
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