Truth is—I believe this isn’t supposed to be easy.
As much as complain and express my frustration, its not meant to be cake cause its purpose is to be special.
I don’t want no mediocre. I want exceptional.
So I have to sift through the draft of available dudes on Tinder. I have conversations with the men that hit on me while I’m out on the weekends cause maybe… just maybe… I find someone worth skipping my gym time for, worth gaining 5 pounds of love weight for, worth staying in all weekend watching Netflix on the couch for
Until I meet that dude worth all of that I am being dragged through dating adventures.
So fine, I'll tell my friends back home about the guy who took me on a cheap ass date through Central Park. The one who stopped to try and pet some ducks. BTW I have a legit fear of birds. If there was any indicator I needed of "this shit ain't gonna work out" that was it.
I'll tell my ex about the one who legitimately asked me "How do you feel about coconut rum?" Yes. I tell Ex-Mr about my dating, and yes, he thought that a grown man asking me about coconut rum was hilarious as fuck. I have a good sense of humor, but homeboy was not joking. My thoughts on coconut rum are as follows: It's ok in the right context. As in... Are we on a beach in the Caribbean? Are we at an all-inclusive resort?" I didn’t process his question at first, I let it slide, but the next day I found it way too emasculating and I had to tell him I couldn’t see him anymore. Trust me, I have other reasons too.
Then there’s the one I told all my girls about. The one I was honestly nervous and excited to meet. The one I texted for weeks before I actually went on a date with him. The one they’re actually on a first-name basis with. The one who made my face light up by a text alone. But that one never rescheduled our to-be second date. Ohh well. It was fun being interested in someone new for a while. Guess it was just a taste.
So I’ll keep this shit up, I’ll bitch and complain and I’ll tire myself out until he shows up. The one worth all this bullshit, and I’ll ask him where the fuck he was when a dude tried to pet ducks in front of me, asked me about coconut rum or never texted me back.
Hurry up. Shit. ;-)