Why would you ask me on a date at 4am?!?
A couple weeks ago, I met a guy at the dog park. Our dogs got along, and he came up and started talking to me. He told me he moved from San Diego for grad school, needing a change after a messy breakup, and because his best friend lives here. The more we talked, the more ignorant and spoiled he seemed. He's an only child, and would not stop mentioning how well off his family is when the conversation had nothing to do with it. However, I understand how hard it can be the move to a completely new place, and only having one, or no, friends there, and how hard it can be to make friends. Admittedly, I can also be very spoiled and a little ignorant at times (My mother heavily sheltered me). Giving him the benefit of the doubt, I let him have my number.
After exchanging numbers, we continued talking because our dogs were playing together. I asked "If you don't mind me asking, what happened with your ex? It must have been pretty bad to have wanted to move half way across the country". He told me her parents passed away, and she had 5 younger siblings (2 of which were minors). He wanted to take her away and "give her a happy life", but she wanted to stay and take care of her siblings, so he left her because she "didn't love him enough". NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. What kind of person does that, and plays the victim?!? I hate to stereotype, but is that an only child thing? Not understanding taking care of your siblings? My brother is 16, and if anything happened to our parents, I don't care what I have going on. I would drop everything until I got him in a stable environment and we figured out what we needed to do. If my parents died tomorrow (god forbid) even though it would be less than 2 years, I would rather kill someone than let my brother be a ward of the state.
(This is something I feel very strongly about. Maybe it's an oldest sibling thing, but I've made contingency plans for situations like these since I was 10).
Last night, around 3:30-4am, I had just fallen asleep, and I woke up to my phone ringing. Unless it's a weekend, and people are out and about, the only calls I get at odd hours are emergency calls (family stuff, friends having emotional break downs, etc). For this reason, I don't put my phone on silent. So when it rang this morning, I answered half asleep, expecting to hear someone was in the hospital or bawling their eyes out. What do you know, it was that one guy from the dog park. Like most people, when I'm half asleep, there's no filter. So reasonably,the first thing out of my mouth was "Why the hell are you calling me at 4am?". Then he started going on about cleaning, studying, losing track of time, meaning to call me earlier in the day, and hadn't realized how late it was. Half asleep, my bright response was "k". Then he asked me what I'm doing today, and I mumbled "going to city, concert with friend". I was starting to wake up, and from his line of questioning, I could tell he wanted to invite himself along, so I shut that down and said my friend planned this. It's a girls trip. Then he asked me if I wanted to go get lunch later. In my head, I'm like "What the actual fuck? I'm going back to sleep". Trying to be polite, I said I went to bed late. I didn't know if I would be up for going to lunch, but I needed to go back to sleep, good night, and hung up. When I woke up, I had 2 missed calls, a missed Facetime call, and 3 texts from him.
I'm seriously starting to regret being a nice person. How do you differentiate the crazies and the people who really are looking for friends?
After exchanging numbers, we continued talking because our dogs were playing together. I asked "If you don't mind me asking, what happened with your ex? It must have been pretty bad to have wanted to move half way across the country". He told me her parents passed away, and she had 5 younger siblings (2 of which were minors). He wanted to take her away and "give her a happy life", but she wanted to stay and take care of her siblings, so he left her because she "didn't love him enough". NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. What kind of person does that, and plays the victim?!? I hate to stereotype, but is that an only child thing? Not understanding taking care of your siblings? My brother is 16, and if anything happened to our parents, I don't care what I have going on. I would drop everything until I got him in a stable environment and we figured out what we needed to do. If my parents died tomorrow (god forbid) even though it would be less than 2 years, I would rather kill someone than let my brother be a ward of the state.
(This is something I feel very strongly about. Maybe it's an oldest sibling thing, but I've made contingency plans for situations like these since I was 10).
Last night, around 3:30-4am, I had just fallen asleep, and I woke up to my phone ringing. Unless it's a weekend, and people are out and about, the only calls I get at odd hours are emergency calls (family stuff, friends having emotional break downs, etc). For this reason, I don't put my phone on silent. So when it rang this morning, I answered half asleep, expecting to hear someone was in the hospital or bawling their eyes out. What do you know, it was that one guy from the dog park. Like most people, when I'm half asleep, there's no filter. So reasonably,the first thing out of my mouth was "Why the hell are you calling me at 4am?". Then he started going on about cleaning, studying, losing track of time, meaning to call me earlier in the day, and hadn't realized how late it was. Half asleep, my bright response was "k". Then he asked me what I'm doing today, and I mumbled "going to city, concert with friend". I was starting to wake up, and from his line of questioning, I could tell he wanted to invite himself along, so I shut that down and said my friend planned this. It's a girls trip. Then he asked me if I wanted to go get lunch later. In my head, I'm like "What the actual fuck? I'm going back to sleep". Trying to be polite, I said I went to bed late. I didn't know if I would be up for going to lunch, but I needed to go back to sleep, good night, and hung up. When I woke up, I had 2 missed calls, a missed Facetime call, and 3 texts from him.
I'm seriously starting to regret being a nice person. How do you differentiate the crazies and the people who really are looking for friends?