Good morning beautiful ladies! So lately, I’ve been busy but my social life as been blossoming a lot lately. I will discuss that later because I feel like that can make for a good BTBR. Anyway let me tell you a story…
While I was becoming more of a social butterfly, I met different people. I met a guy at a party, let’s call him X. I didn’t get to talk to him long but for the little time we talked I liked our conversation and I’m sure he did too if not he would not have asked for my number. I gave him my number nonetheless. I didn’t think much of it, if he wants to call he can, if he does not my life will move on regardless.
He did call the very next day but I was working so I decided to just text him. We texted for a bit, he said he wanted to take me out and I suggested going to watch a movie. At the time Race was the movie that came out that I had not watched yet and I really wanted to see it so I was gong-ho for that. He agreed.
I came to the theatre but he was 30 minutes late, I was just walking around or sitting somewhere for 30 minutes. Mind you, I don’t like lateness… if I say I am going to be somewhere at a certain time, trust that I will be there when I said I would unless my plans change and my plans change frequently so when I manage to come somewhere at the time that YOU chose, I expect you to be there before me even.
I finally see him, we sat down and talked to each other a bit more because the movie was not going to start for another hour or so. I got to know about him and his family, a bit about his childhood, it was fun really. He seemed like an all round good guy. We went into the theatre, he got me popcorn and a drink and got himself some too.
At the movies, we kissed, it was nice, I won’t lie; however, he get very hand-sy after the kiss, as if me kissing him gave him a free pass to touch me where ever, as if I was one of the rides at Canada’s wonderland and he can just hop on ’cause he’s next in line. As in he’s just trying to touch me in places a lady would not want to be touched on a fucking first date! In my mind i’m singing Dej Loaf’s “Ooh Ooh Yah Yah Bitch back up off me!” But in the physical I’m trying to be nice and say I don’t want this. He would stop for a little and then go right back at it. It got to a point where I simply said “can we just watch the movie…” because I felt so uncomfortable. It got so bad that for me I was not even interested in the movie anymore, I was more interested leaving and figuring out what to make for dinner for my siblings and my mother the next day. When the movie ended, I was ready to leave, he just sat there… I figured he wanted to really make out so I stood up and left to show him that I do not play that shit.
I went home in shock as to how this night played out but I was more in shock of how much strength it took to not lash out at this guy. I was trying to be “lady-like” and the thought of trying to act this way made me more annoyed because I do not believe in that crap. I believe in being who I want to be and doing what I want whenever I want. Therefore, you can understand my dilemma when I say I couldn’t even yell at the guy…. the best thing I did was standing up and leaving when the movie was over because only GOD knows what else would have happened.
Stay tuned for part TWO!