My year of disastrous dating
I’ve been accused of being picky but I’m trying to be more open.
I was going to say I don’t really have a list of what I’m looking for but I would be lying so just for fun let’s see what I’ve got in my list.
Active-This is a new one for me but since I’m trying to be more active I would want someone who is already active or looking to be more active so we can encourage each other. I want to explore the world so I need someone who also wants to go on adventures, whether a vacation overseas or a road trip across the state. Sense of self and goal-oriented-I’m finally at a place where I’m finding happiness with myself.
Sense of humor-I’m sarcastic so I need someone who can handle that and I can’t stand people who take themselves too seriously. I’m not exactly where I want to be in my life but I have goals and I’m making progress with those goals. He doesn’t have to have it all figured out but at least have a sense of self and some goals for the future.
It turned out he knew one of them from back in Venezuela and they greeted each other a little awkwardly. But, I didn’t want to mess with her or her children’s lives, so in the end, I didn’t.
I obviously found that weird, but I didn’t think much of it. I still don’t feel great about that decision, but I feared I would have been acting out of anger for him rather than concern for her and that’s not a good mindset to be making decisions with.
I was SO EXCITED at the thought of being back in the arms of this man, and when he showed up at my door it was exactly as I’d imagined. I was just another dumb gringa in a long line of dumb gringas to have fallen for this deeply awful man. But, I couldn’t decide how to deal with the aftermath of becoming the other woman. Should I get in touch with his girlfriend to let her know that she’d chosen a complete jerk as her life partner?
Positive attitude-I’m not saying someone has to be all sunshine and rainbows because life isn’t like that but I can’t be around someone who can’t ever see the positive sides of a situation. I love creating so I would like someone who also likes to create or at least appreciates creativity.Thanks for all the pics of your privates, random guy.Thanks for wanting to me to come over so you could massage my feet, weird guy.On our second date, he came to my house and tattooed me (he’s a tattoo artist, btw) and we did another batch of brilliant kissing. It was weird, I felt sort of high whenever I was around him.
He was great Spanish practice, an Olympian-standard kisser, and he did proper good tattoos on me for practically zero pesos. I wasn’t in love, but I was definitely a bit addicted.What I wouldn’t find out until later is they knew one another, and why their meeting seemed a little tense. So instead, I settled for telling him exactly how I felt about him. Please console me with your equally shitty dating tales.