So…after my last dating debacle, I’d thought I would have better luck with my next date: an American. Damn, I was wrong. One thing that I like about men from other cultures/countries/continents – their chivalry. It’s been my experience that American men are the cheapest sons of bitches known to man. They want to BE the man, want YOU to respect them as THE MAN, but split the tab, bills and expenses like a BITCH…as if you were on a meet-up date with one of your home girls. SMH…
This guy – who has also had a crush on me for a few months – got his chance at getting my attention. You’d think he would try to impress me. Nope. Soon as we ordered our drinks he made it clear that we were on separate checks and that “next time let’s go to Red Lobster – I got you.” Word? You couldn’t buy my Salmon BLT though?
Needless to say, since I was buying my own food. I figured I’d just get it IN. I enjoyed my dinner and a whole lot of cocktails – on my dime. Figured I’d splurge since I was paying for it. Had he treated me, I would’ve been conservative but since I’M paying for it, why not enjoy the moment as if I was with him, or one of my pals. I could care less as to whether I made a good impression because honestly, his opinion does not matter. Not At All.
So…whether his un-chivalrous and un-cultured ass realizes it, he has now become “one of the girls”. I have no respect for him since he has shown none to me. He is officially in the group “I’ll call you when I’m bored as shit and have no one to hang out with BUT I need someone to save my seat while I use the bathroom….ouch.