Just Don't Give a Fuck.......................

BFF, back to our little secret about the internet dating thing, lol.

The second guy I decided to me, correction.  The second guy that decided to meet me is Elliott.  He is a 27 year old professor who is studying for his PhD.  He plays the piano for his church, lives in New Jersey with his parents, owns his own car and is working towards growth.

Well, I enjoyed chatting with him.................now meeting his was a completely different situation. We decided to go see "The Hangover 2" as a first date.  Honestly, I don't think movies are a good first day date because you are unable to talk to the person.  Isn't that the purpose of the first date, to talk?  He admitted that he does not like comedies, they just don't make him laugh, but he heard so much about this movie that he wanted to see it.

We both enjoyed the movie and I just knew it was time to end the date.  Nope, I was wrong.  He was starving and he wanted to see the basketball game so we HAD to find a bar so he could watch it.  Rolling my eyes, I complied and I kept my fucking mouth shut.  So, he was showing his selfish side already and I humored him.

Don't judge me, I tend to allow fuckery to happen so I can get a full picture of things.  In my mind I was cussing his trifling ass out, but then again, I did allow this bullshit.

I have no problem with the fact that people want to grow within their time on earth, that is what he was doing.  My issue with him is the fact that he analyzes EVERYTHING. Ohh let me mention that he ANALYZES EVERYTHING.  Not only did he analyze everything but he made jokes with reference to my age and the era I grew up in.  At first, I did not think much of it, but when I noticed that he did it quite often, it started to bother me.  I smiled and brushed it off.  I wanted to see if he was more than just the analytical man he presented to me.

I know he felt my energy turning from welcoming to standoffish; I did not give a flying fuck either.  Between analyzing my answers to his questions, analyzing my questions and making snide remarks or jokes about my age, I wanted to get up and go home.

Instead, I ordered a burger and gazed out the window at the moon. When our date was finally over, we walked to his New Jersey train, said our "goodbyes" and I walked, by myself, to the F train.  He was a gentleman in that he paid for the entire date, but not a gentleman in that he kept me out late (humor me) and did not walk me to my train.

After that night, I did not communicate with him at the level I used to.  I did not ignore him, but I did not reach out to him first any longer.  Ask me if I care, cause the answer will be HELLZ TO DA NO!!!!!  I am getting to the point that I just don't give a fuck!