Dating stories from hell porn addiction and dating
Prior to that, I’ve been the subject and cause of many, many bad dates. A little background: in 2012, I was “living” in the city.
The quotes are used to indicate how exactly I was living: off my savings, sans a job, deep in mental illness, almost always high, making bedroom pop for, mostly, my own ears.
He started by telling me how his family is in and out of prison for drugs and his mom and dad want nothing to do with him.
It was a little heavy for the first date but I don’t have the most functional family so I can empathize.
Then he starts telling me about his time in the Marine Corps. He told me his wife left him for another man and called her a whore. Well about two years ago, I matched with a fairly attractive guy.
But then sheepishly mentioned that he cheated on her a lot. We chatted for a bit and one thing that stood out was that he told me he was a nudist.
My greatest hope is that she merely thought I was high. (Red-eye is a street nickname for PCP, go figure.) I probably came off as super aloof and asked very few questions.
About a half hour in, I got a text from a name I didn’t immediately recognize asking if we were still on for brunch.
This poor, poor girl - let’s call her Rosa - had indeed made plans with me earlier in the week.
He tells me he did punch a dude but he had “no idea” why he was accused of sexual harassment. We leave and when I get home he texts me and asks if I am not interested, probably picking up on my body language. I come back to Jim snorting lines of cocaine off the coffee table. ”Jim: I’m testing out the product I picked up today. Jim: You really thought I could afford my lifestyle as a truck driver? I don't know why I invited him over in the middle of the day, I wasn't even in the mood for anything sexual, just wanted to see where things went. We chatted a bit more and I said I was going to make a cup of coffee.
He then pulled the report up on his phone (idk why the fuck he would have it saved on his phone) and he starts READING the report to me. I decided to be honest and told him that I was not interested. Jim invites me back to his place after dinner at Atlanta Fish Market. I walked into the kitchen out of sight and we both continued to talk from the other room.