Last friday i went to the bar and met this lovely lady. We went to making out and it was nice until she said "I have a kid but he doesn't live with me". That's really great to know, and then i hung out with her a lot less and wished that she had told me this before i gave her my number.
The next saturday night i went to the bar again. I saw this one girl back from a month ago that liked me. I did things a little different and just got her number instead (that way when i don't call, they don't have my number). She was big boned, but very pretty. Funny how exchanging numbers makes people reveal all information about themselves to me. She mentioned that she used to be married and that the dude was 55. I was like ok, that's cool and all since they got divorced and kept everything on good terms between each other. Then she mentioned she had a kid. That normally is the kicker with me, but that didn't make me run for the hills this time because i could tell she was a responsible person. Her friends dog me into coming with them by either saying i'm scared or lets do it. I went back to their place with them. It was nice (she was hanging out with two friends). I was like, ok, i'm going to get lucky, but i don't really care, i just wanted some beers the night before my big day of homework. Stuff went down hill pretty fast at this friends place we went too. One person invited me to a bong, but weed's not my thing so i said no. Then the chick whose i got started smoking it after she said she doesn't smoke weed. I was like, ok, that's just retarded, but whatever. They started up a movie i didn't care about. They were all in the other room fixing the bed. IDK y it took that ****ing long. Probably it was the standing their and just talking part of them making the bed.
Worst came to worst when i was asked to make a sandwich for the girl who gave me her number i was like ok. The kicker happened when i asked the question of where's the bread? The person said, oh no, she doesn't like bread for a sandwich. Sliced turkey was grabbed from the fridge, with some cheese, and a leaf of lettuce. Spices were also grabbed from the cupboard to help construct this "sandwich". I made the son of a *****. I just kept thinking, if this is how she eats a sandwich, who knows how disgusting the rest of her eating habits are. I put this "sandwich" on the couch. I looked around they were actually fixing the bed this time, but i snuck out the front door and ran home as fast as i could. Saturday night was effectively ****ed. I did not call her, and she couldn't call me
I went to the bar last night on saturday a week later from the last times. It went good, out of no where i just wanted a beer and this really pretty girl with a smile was in line and i met her, she got my number. There was none of the things from the last week that make me want to get the hell out of there. She wasn't creepy, she wasn't a whore either, she was very kind and had a sense of humor. Idk if i found gold or not, but i'll inquire more about her slowly.
On another note, it's not that i don't like women with kids. It's a certain amount of details that piles up before i go running. Was she an irresponsible idiot who breed? If she was, then i'm out of there. I have plans later in life to be a father figure if i need to be for someones or my own kids when i have them.
