Random Acts of Inappropriateness

Yesterday I had to delete a d**k. Literally.

Let me explain. For some reason, this guy who attended grad school with decided that it would be cool to take pics of him smiling, holding his Bob Johnson, and send them to me. Seriously.

For background purposes, I feel the need to share that he and I have never been romantically involved. I’ve never given him an indication that I was interested. We’re never engaged in flirtation. AND, I haven’t seen him in four years, at the least.

So, when I saw that I’d received an email from him, I didn’t think it would be ANYTHING like that. And to make it worse, I wasn’t the only one who received it. Several other young ladies from our grad school program were also fortunate enough to receive the photos. How classy and inappropriate.

Luckily for me, this isn’t causing me to have an “I’ve had it up to here” moment and swear off men forever. But, it is rather unsettling. I myself have done inappropriate things in the past--I won’t deny that. And for me it does usually involve my cell phone (and crazy text message after I’ve had a few. I never abuse the camera aspect!) But that guy was blatantly disrespecting technology and the ease of communication. Needless to say, he has been “blocked” from my life. I am free from to access my email, and roam Facebook and Myspace without every running into him again.

Now, I know that I have been out of the game for a minute. I’ve also sat on the sidelines for a while. But, is this the new thing? Is this how dudes pick up women now? I mean clearly in his case, he was just looking for some “loving”, but aren’t there tactful ways to do that? And, if one does choose to be so forward, isn’t that what Craigslist is for? Or, am I just overreacting?

Feel free to share your own encounters with inappropriateness—whether you were the victim or the offender. Please. Let me know that these things don’t just happen to me. ☺

Dating Down

A while back while hanging out at Moe’s in Fort Greene (PM days in case you were wondering) with my cousin, I ran into a coworker and a friend of his there.  We hung out for the rest of the night, drinking and just shooting the breeze.  We were having a really fun and spontaneous time.  I had a boyfriend back then who was one of those clingy types.  If I wasn’t out with him, he needed to know where and who I was with at all times.  It was exhausting.  Needless to say, my phone was blowing up all night long, messing up the good vibes.

After the 7^th or 8^th or 10^th call, I was annoyed.  And clearly so was the company I was with.

“Who is looking for you so hard?,” my coworker’s friend asked.

“Oh, that’s my man,” I answered, hanging my head in shame.

“Wow.  What kind of dude feels the need to call like that?,” he asked.

Before I could answer, my coworker jumped in and said, “Trust me, if she is with him, he is official.  Kema don’t date down.  He is probably some SEC-type motherf******!”

If only he knew.

I have never been the type to go for the flashy.  I prefer “regular” dudes, as one girlfriend of mine likes to call them.  I am not the chick who eyes the guy in VIP because he is “popping bottles”. I can pop my own, if I want to.  I am not the chick who gets with a guy because he promises handbags or shoes. Again, I can get my own.  And I definitely don’t and have never asked a man to pay a bill for me.  Again, I take care of my own finances.  Get the picture?

I don’t like to say that I “date down”, per se.  But I have been known not to discriminate based on occupation, financial standing or looks. I just wasn’t raised that way.  For me, it’s all about how that person makes me feel and how he treats me.  I have even been asked by some guys that I have dated what I see in them. 

Whenever I am dating someone new, I have the same certain people ask me what he does for a living or how much money he makes.  Sadly, these same certain people who have been holding out for a rich guy have been single and looking for AGES. (I’m just being honest here.)

But, don’t get me wrong--there are requirements.  I won’t just recklessly love a loser.  He has to be at least trying.  He has to have a job and goals that he is working towards.  And if he has responsibilities, he needs to be making sure that those are taken care of, especially if those responsibilities come in the form of children.  I once dated a dude who was proud of the fact that he “tricked” the child support system into thinking he was broker than he was, just to pay less each month for his two children.  It was a turnoff and I told him so.  He and I didn’t last much longer after that.

But, seriously, is it wise to wait for “Prince Charming” before opening yourself for love?  Or is it foolish to date a guy who could possibly never reach the same status as you?  Does the difference in finances put a hurting on the relationship overtime?  What are your experiences?

Whatever the case, clearly, I am not a gold digger, because I have messed with my fair share of broke….well you get the picture.

*A few updates: Someone wrote me and asked what happened to the dude from the first post who gave me the bag of purple candy years ago.  Well, the answer is nothing happened, that is why I am still posting to this blog. :)

Also, I did accept my personal challenge and went somewhere by myself the other day.  No, I didn’t meet anyone, but I also didn’t get accosted by weirdos. So, I guess I made out okay. My next date with myself will probably be the upcoming Amel Larrieux concert.  Her music is so awesome that I don’t think I can pass up a chance to see her because I can’t find a buddy to go with.  

One (+ None)

The summer months have found me with more free time on my hands than I’m used to. My daughter has been spending a lot of time at her dad’s and I have been left twiddling my thumbs, trying to drum up plans for these rare and golden moments. Mainly, this has just resulted in my being overly obsessed with insignificant issues. Not cool.

PM (check the last post for what this term means), I would have just hit the streets alone and found some trouble to get into. I guess being a mom has made me more cautious about hanging out alone OR I am just out of practice. I also happen to be a weirdo magnet and going places alone only attracts them more.

But like I said, I wasn’t always this way. For my 25th birthday, my “date” for the evening decided at the last minute to cancel (what a douchebag). I was all dressed up and ready to go grab a meal at the Sharkbag. At first, I was hesitant to go alone. I didn’t want to be that lone diner who is forced to not make eye contact with folks, read a book, or make calls on my cell so I don’t look like I am uncomfortable being alone. After a pep talk with myself, I decided to just suck it up and go.

When I got there and asked for a table for one, the maitre d’ looked behind him (there were several empty tables, as it was mid-week), and said there would be a slight wait—he had to get someone to clear the other place settings.

So while at the bar, I mentioned that it was my birthday to the bartender. He declared that my watermelon martini would be on the house. Score one for the “dumped” girl.

Sitting next to me were two older gentlemen who were eavesdropping. One of them (who was very easy on the eyes), started chatting me up, when the maitre d’ came and told me that my table was ready. Not wanting to be rude, but I was WAS hungry, I told the stranger I had to go. He asked if he could finish our talk over dinner.

So all through the meals and drinks, I filled him in on why I was there alone, life story, background, yada, yada, yada. Vice versa. Then the check came. He paid. Score number two for the “dumped” girl.

Of course, he tried to take me home. Duh! Sadly, the generous gentleman did not score. We had a few phone conversations following this, with the last one ending him calling me disrespectful for not expressing gratitude for the free meal. Really.

Anyway, fast forward to AM days (again, check the previous post for definition), I feel as if I’ve lost my mojo to do these things. I have two weddings coming up where it looks like I’ll be flying solo. So, I better get used to being in these social settings alone again. There are also a few events coming up that I want to check out that my friends are either in positions to not attend (pregnant), too pre-occupied (family and relationships), or just not interested in (losers…I kid, I kid).

So, it’s time for me to take the plunge and grow some. Starting tomorrow, I’ll be accepting my first “challenge” to myself to get out and do something, even if it has to be alone.

Any suggestions on where I can get a good weirdo magnet repellent?

War Reports: The Good and The Bad

Being that this is blog is partially about “dating” and all, I started thinking about some of my past dating/relationship/romantic experiences.  I came up with a list of the best and worst for you guys.  These events occurred pre-baby (PM) and after-baby (AM). I’ll indicate when necessary.

Here goes:

All You Get is 50 cent Franks at Papayas:

I went out with a guy who made a big show of announcing that he would be picking up the tab at the end of the night.  First off, why announce this?  And secondly, he shouldn’t have, given the fact that by the end of the evening I ended up purchasing two hotdogs for him at Gray’s Papaya (after he dropped several hints about being hungry and spending all of his funds on drinks), AND I had to swipe MY Metrocard so he could get back home. And no, we weren’t at a really fancy place where drinks were expensive.  And NO, I didn’t order a lot.  I had two drinks, one of which I was already drinking when he showed up, so he didn’t pay for that one.  This was my first date AM, and it was very unnerving.  We never hung out again.

2: You Can’t Even Keep Your F***king Nails Clean:

Remember when Janet Jackson said that in Poetic Justice?  Well, I once went out with a guy who made me recall this line. He picked me up from the office and off we went to dinner.  We got to the restaurant, were seated, and placed our drink orders.  Now, I already wasn’t feeling the fact that he was one of those dudes who felt that he needed to let the whole world see his boxers.  That was turnoff number one.  He also made a lot of sex-related comments—turnoff number two.  So, when he proceeded to start cleaning his fingernails at the table, I was done.  Watching those black flecks of dirt hit the table cloth let me know that our time together was done.  I told him he was disgusting, announced that I was leaving and took off.  I didn’t even wait for the cocktails to arrive.  This was a PM date, in case you were wondering.

3: Real Life Rat Boy?

I had been seeing this guy for a couple of months.  He had to go to Switzerland for some reason or another and was gone for two weeks. When he came back, he had tons of Swiss chocolates (some of the best in the world!) to keep for himself and to pass out as souvenirs.  There is a reason why I am telling you all of this.  One evening we were chatting on the phone, shooting the breeze, when I asked him how his first day back at work was following his vacay.

Him: I think that some rats got into my desk while I was away.

Me: Why do you think that?

Him: Well, before I went away, a co-worker was selling some Ronald McDonald fundraiser chocolates and I purchased a few bars.  When I got back, I saw that the ends of the chocolate bars had been nibbled on rats.

Me: So, ummmm, you threw those away, right?

Him: Hell no!  That’s good chocolate.  I just broke the ends off and ate the rest.

Simply disgusting.  The man had gourmet chocolates at his disposal, yet he would rather risk rabies than throw away $2 worth of candy. That’s just cheap and nasty.  Needless to say, it ended shortly thereafter.  I could not see myself staying with a guy who consumes rodent-tainted food.

Ahhhh, but I have had some good romantic/date experiences.

In particular was a gesture by my daughter’s father.  While I was pregnant, we were both pretty serious about the foods I ate.  We wanted our baby to have the best chances possible. On the forbidden list were foods like pork, beef and caffeine.  One week however, I was CRAVING a cheeseburger and an ice cold Pepsi with a twist.  I fought the desire off, but that didn’t stop me from talking about it all the time.  One day he called me and told me to meet him the lounge/restaurant area of the Marriot in Times Square.  When I arrived, he waved me over and waiting for me was a NICE, HUGE, juicy cheeseburger, fries and an ice cold Pepsi, with lemon of course.  I was in heaven.  It meant a lot considering that he was even more serious about sticking to our pre-approved list of foods than I was.

Another gesture worth mentioning happened while I was college.  I’d mentioned to this guy I was seeing that my favorite color was purple (at the time).  It just came up in conversation.  Well, the next time he came to visit me at the dorms, he had a nice-sized bag of purple flavored treats for me.  Laffy Taffy, Now and Laters, Blow Pops, etc. It was just too cute!  And it was creative and thrifty.  And that always wins me over.

*Editor’s note: I should probably mention that the the guy who gave me the purple treats happens to be the same guy mentioned in my first post who resurfaced after 12 years.

I would love to hear the best and the worst of your dating experiences.  Please share.  Seriously.  It can’t always be about me. :)

Allow me to Introduce Myself

Yeah right.  I don’t have the time or energy to rehash my life story right now.  Perhaps another day, another mood, another post. But now, I’m just jumping right in.

So, circumstances have found me single, 30 years old and a mom, living in New York City.  Those of you who are familiar with NYC, know that it’s one of the hardest places to have successful dating experiences.  And given the fact that I am raising a little one, I’ve been proceeding with caution for the past year.  I can no longer go on a “trampage” just because I’m young, single, and “not ugly”. Needless to say, things have been very dead for me.

That is, until recently when I bumped into someone from my past who seemed to have promise.  More than a decade had gone by since I’d last seen him, but the chemistry was there.  After some hesitancy on my end, I decided to see if any substantial could develop.  It was wonderful at first—he’s a great guy.  But, just because two people are physically attracted to each other, enjoy each other’s company, have a lot in common and make each other happy, doesn’t mean it can work out.  I know that it sounds like it should, right?  But, sometimes people are at different stages in their lives and want different things.  I won’t get into the particulars of what is pushing me towards the door on this one, because although I doubt he’ll find his way here to read this, these things have a way of getting out. 

 And he is such a cool guy, that I don’t want to piss him off.  He has actually enhanced my life, so no matter what, I still want that friendship.

Now, back to the point I am getting at. The aforementioned guy is just one year older than me.  I’ve been finding that men my age are still unsure of what they want.  Recently, I have been chatting with guys and learning that even at the age of 30, they  have either never been in a relationship, been in love, or both.  They are just content to continue dating.  That’s their preference and prerogative. I won't knock it.  But, they are simply not “marketable” to someone like me.

So, I’m thinking about upgrading, age-wise that is, to start dating 35-45 year old men.  Some of my friends have already told me that it’s a bad idea.  One has already told me not to bring any old-ass men out with us when we hang.

Another one warned me that older men come with their fair share of hang-ups too, such as lack of stamina, early bed times and stubbornness.  But, given my recent success rate, what have I got to lose, right?  Should I, or shouldn’t I? What do you think?

I’ll let you know how it turns out, if I do it.  Because first, I have to get past the idea of Ben-Gay, Viagra and Just for Men home kits. ;)