Roxy's friend kept calling and texting. Sexy lady, sexy legs, sexy blah blah blah. It got to a point where I had to ask him to stop. He wouldn't. I had to block his humber. When I talked to Rox about him, she told me he wasn't her type, he wanted her but she doesn't date black guys, 'white guys have bigger d*%ks'. She kicked him out because he was bumming around the house and eating all her food. I guess she wanted to be the only one to eat all her food. Emphasis on all.
When time came for me to move, I called a cab, the same man who moved me from Grey's back to Laura's. He gave me a discount, which was sweet of him cos I was expecting to pay him a tip. Anyway, I think he pocketed my money because I hired him directly not through the company he worked for. New Roommate gave me keys, showed me to my room and vacuumed it for me. I was off that day, still sleep deprived from school and work. So much had been happening in my life, I was physically and emotionally exhausted. I remember I had my new All Star boots on for the first time that day. I went for a walk to the thrift store down the road to look for bedroom furniture. I saw a pair of old boots, tried them on, while I walked around in them, someone took my new, expensive Converse! I tell you, I looked all over for those! I was so upset. I looked at people's shoes, their carts (trollies), everywhere. I also asked them to make an announcement. Obviously my shoes didn't have a price on. For someone to pay for them, they would have to ask for a price, get a price from something else and stick it onto them or steal them!
The store was about to close, I was freaking out, I couldn't leave without my shoes. The store manager told me he would let me have the $5 dollar shoes I was trying on in exchange for my $69 Converse. What?????? How does that make up for my loss? Might as well walk home barefoot! That was just what I needed, with everything I had going on. The lady from the shoe department found old flip flops under the shoe shelves. She showed them to me and reassured me that my shoes were stolen. Someone must have left their old, raggedy flip flops and took my boots. Awesome! I had a bunch of stuff in my cart, walking slowly, and aimlessly, just after the store closed, two of the staff came to me and asked if those were my boots. F*@king hell! I blurted out! I was so happy, I hugged them both, one almost to a miscarriage; she was pregnant. They found them in the shoe shelves, where everybody had been looking. We think someone had taken them and felt bad when they heard that we were looking for them and snuck them back. I didn't care. Glad to have found them.
No bed for me that day. I went home and slept in my sleeping bag. The floors have a nice rug, put duvet covers for cushioning, underneath. I slept like a baby! I had to write an exam at the school and then book the state exam. I booked to do that on one of my days off. I studied for an entire week and nothing was sticking. I felt very frustrated.
In the midst of it all, I got an email on the dating site from a man named Spotty. He was like, if you are looking for someone who is mature, stable, I have my own business and knows what they are doing here (er, where?), email me back. In his profile picture, he was standing next to a limo, dressed in a nice black suite. He didn't look cute AT ALL. But I was looking for someone who knows what he is doing here, wherever the heck that is, so I messaged him back.
I was on my way to taking the school exam when he emailed me back asking to meet up asap. Talk about knowing what you're doing here! I was tired, it was scorching hot, I was going to take an exam I didn't think I was quite prepared for, I was a mess. He wanted to go to the bookstore, Barnes and Nobles for coffee. I was down for it, even though I don't drink coffee. Who said coffee has to be coffee? He asked for my number, I emailed it to him and told him to call in two hours, after my exam. He wished me good luck and promised to call.
I had talked to my Somalian morning that morning, told her I would be taking my exam and stuff, she told me she wasn't ready to take hers. I arrived at the school, they gave me a book with multiple choice questions - worst exam ever! All options were possible answers and we didn't have the 'all of the above or none of the above' option. Ugh! Passmark 75%. They would mark it and grade us there and then. IN YOUR FACE! I took my time, did my thing, got 92% Whud, whud, who da man? I'm da man! #InYourFace!
On my way out, I saw the Somalian girl, she went to take her exam. I had told her I was going to take mine in the morning but so many things happened, including me arriving too early with the school still locked, and ending up on a shopping spree. She didn't expect to see me there that evening. Don't ask me why she lied about not being ready to write that day. She was like, how was it? hehe, you passed, you are so clever you!I know you passed. I was like, what are you doing here? Why didn't you tell me you were gonna be here? She kept asking about the paper. I was like, sorry, are you talking to me? Bye!
After the exam, I had to provide my ID to the school, they were going to send my details to the department. Nobody told us that. I didn't have my ID with me. I had to go back home, take the train and a bus, LAwdy! And do the same thing back. They told me I could do it the following day. I wasn't interested in that. I wanted to get it all over and done with. So I went home, got the ID and went back to the school. Last but not least, they asked for the previous tests that we wrote in class. I DID NOT HAVE THEM WITH ME! ...
Friday, November 29, 2013
Getting Arrested In a Foreign Country?
CNA classes were ok. They teach you a lot of common sense stuff like, always wash you hands, put gloves on. Stuff that we shouldn't have to spend so much money to be told simply because we already know it. A lot of people were sleeping in class. I worked all night long and was up all day long. I tried to stay up but there's this lady whose class was like, man! Slumberland! People were snoring in her class.
The Somalian girl and I were getting closer. We had exchanged numbers. She was my new best friend. She has a 9 year old from her ex husband who she left back home.
Classes were also intense, they would make us take random tests and stuff all day long. We had to focus. It was a very hectic time for someone as sleep deprived as me. My feet were so swollen. Every now and again, I would get a text from Laura. She was still at the condo.
Two days after MB had a meltdown, I got a text from one of our colleagues. A guy who had a love/hate relationship with MB. He told me she had been fired. I was shocked! I couldn't text or call to find out how she was doing because first I wasn't supposed to know that, second, she wasn't talking to me. That night at work, the nurse on duty pulled me aside and read me a text she had received from the head of nursing. It was about me. The Head wanted the Nurse to tell me to stop sexually harassing my colleagues. I was like The F#&k! I knew exactly where that came from. It was MB. She was bitter from being fired and wanted to take someone down with her. Also, it could be she thought I had reported her since I had called her out on her laziness over the radio. I never did. I am not one to report people, but when I am fed up, I will confront your s myself. I won't put anybody's job in jeopardy. Not my style. But you've got to actually do your job. Don't make me do it for you.
I could have called MB to confront her but it was spilt milk at that point, so instead I texted the Heard of nursing. I asked what she was talking about, she told me it was about naked pictures I had shown at work. I showed those pictures to MB, we were friends in and out of work. We would sometimes sit in the car and talk about guys and goof around. I showed her some of the pictures guys had sent me. She never complained. Hell, she wanted to see the pictures, she would bring them up at work and ask me to show our other colleagues, but I refused. I told The head the head that. She and MB were tight, MB had been working for the company for a year. She was probably sad to see her friend go. I mean, it's not my fault MB was a 43 year old virgin living with a cat! She was living vicariously through me.
I was worried I would lose my job over the sexual harassment case. Nothing happened. Apparently that was just a friendly warning from the head. After classes, we did in service training at different facilities. I had to do that and then do the same thing at my job. I wasn't allowed to use the hours at my job as part of training, alas! I finished all that. The next step was to mail a check to the Dept of Health and apply for an exam date.
Laura was still living in her closet. One afternoon, I was on my way to the dollar Tree (store). Don't judge me! :) She tagged along. She also needed some stuff from the shopping centre. We started at the dollar Tree. It was hot, she is always talking and munching on ice but it can only last you that long. She grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge, drank it while in the store. I did my thing, she did hers, we paid and walked out. Soon as we did, she went, OMG, I forgot to pay for the soda! I told her to go back and pay for it! She told me she wasn't going to embarrass herself like that. I don't know how it's an embarrassment to be honest. She didn't budge.
We went to the pharmacy. She needed to send money to her sister. We walked around the store for a bit, then she went to the counter to do the money thing. Lo and behold, the moment we walked out, deja vu! She forgot to pay for something. The thing cost $25. I was like YOU NEED TO GO BACK TO THE STORE RIGHT NOW AND PAY FOR THAT! WTF? Kleptomaniac! She was like, they know me over there, they know I would never steal from them, I will go back some other time and pay for it. In fact, I don't even need these (it was butterfly shaped decoration lights, kinda like christmas decorations?), I will return them next time I go to the pharmacy. I rest my case!
We went to the third store. I told her I was going to wait outside for her. I wasn't gonna go through another episode for her. I needed something there though, so she asked me to literally hold her hand the entire time. This is a 44 year old we're talking about! I practically held her hand, got what I needed, she got what she needed, we all paid, we left the store. No merchandise was stolen during the taping of that episode haha. Whew!
I wasn't impressed with her AT ALL!
Roxy, remember her? The girl who loves to f#@ck and all that? Not that other people don't, but you know what I mean. Well...one afternoon, I got a random text from a random number. I asked who it was, he told me Sean, Roxy's friend. She was trying to set me up with her friend. I thought she had slept with all her friends! The day she and I were out and about together, she greeted this random, short guy. Guy went blood red in the face. She told me that was one of her sugar daddies. Dude looked younger than her! Anyway, this Sean guy was trying to be all cute in his texts, I was just shutting him down. I got a call from Roxy. She asked me to be nice to her friend who she was hanging out with at the time. I tried but dude wasn't making any sense in his texts. He would send me something like, are you a company man? Like, what does that even mean?
Long story short, he wanted to meet up. He asked me to go to Roxy's. I told him I don't do peple's places when meeting someone for the first time. He must take me somewhere. Cheap Skate! Sick and tired of Utahans and their cheapness. Been on so many dates in that State and the only man who ever took me out to eat was Paul. Bless him! This guy was like well, you know what, I just got this new job, I wasn't working blah blah blah. Uhm, why are you telling me this? This is YOUR problem! Fix it!
He came buy to the centre close to my place. We went to a Japanese restaurant. He told me what his budget was, which was fair. We had a decent meal and drinks. Not to shabby for a homeless guy. Yup! Turns out he was crashing on Roxy's couch. The one where 'people have had sex on'? Yeah, The guy hadn't taken a bath the day we met, you could tell. He wasn't all fresh. I can't stand that. Hygiene is very important, what kind of first impression are you trying to make if you can't jump in the shower for ten minutes before a date?
He was hugging me and trying to kiss me, it was revolting. I told him I had to go home to catch some sleep before work that night. 'You're so sexy! Sexy legs, sexy lips, sex sex sex!' Someone give me a gun! I wanted candy afterwards, he was like, I'll walk you there. He had a stack of cash in his wallet which he made sure I saw. I told him what had happened last time I went to the dollar tree (with Laura). Lo and behold we bumped into her there, CRAP! I introduced them to each other. HE picked up that that was the person I was talking about so when she said, come guys, what are you getting, I also need some stuff but I won't be long, we was like, yeah, we're already done! We'll wait for you outside! haha, good going, Sean!
He tried to kiss me in the mouth goodbye, I ducked. He told me he wanted to visit him at Roxy's, obviously for sex! I was like, we'll talk! I left without Laura. I'm not trying to get arrested in a foreign country!
The Somalian girl and I were getting closer. We had exchanged numbers. She was my new best friend. She has a 9 year old from her ex husband who she left back home.
Classes were also intense, they would make us take random tests and stuff all day long. We had to focus. It was a very hectic time for someone as sleep deprived as me. My feet were so swollen. Every now and again, I would get a text from Laura. She was still at the condo.
Two days after MB had a meltdown, I got a text from one of our colleagues. A guy who had a love/hate relationship with MB. He told me she had been fired. I was shocked! I couldn't text or call to find out how she was doing because first I wasn't supposed to know that, second, she wasn't talking to me. That night at work, the nurse on duty pulled me aside and read me a text she had received from the head of nursing. It was about me. The Head wanted the Nurse to tell me to stop sexually harassing my colleagues. I was like The F#&k! I knew exactly where that came from. It was MB. She was bitter from being fired and wanted to take someone down with her. Also, it could be she thought I had reported her since I had called her out on her laziness over the radio. I never did. I am not one to report people, but when I am fed up, I will confront your s myself. I won't put anybody's job in jeopardy. Not my style. But you've got to actually do your job. Don't make me do it for you.
I could have called MB to confront her but it was spilt milk at that point, so instead I texted the Heard of nursing. I asked what she was talking about, she told me it was about naked pictures I had shown at work. I showed those pictures to MB, we were friends in and out of work. We would sometimes sit in the car and talk about guys and goof around. I showed her some of the pictures guys had sent me. She never complained. Hell, she wanted to see the pictures, she would bring them up at work and ask me to show our other colleagues, but I refused. I told The head the head that. She and MB were tight, MB had been working for the company for a year. She was probably sad to see her friend go. I mean, it's not my fault MB was a 43 year old virgin living with a cat! She was living vicariously through me.
I was worried I would lose my job over the sexual harassment case. Nothing happened. Apparently that was just a friendly warning from the head. After classes, we did in service training at different facilities. I had to do that and then do the same thing at my job. I wasn't allowed to use the hours at my job as part of training, alas! I finished all that. The next step was to mail a check to the Dept of Health and apply for an exam date.
Laura was still living in her closet. One afternoon, I was on my way to the dollar Tree (store). Don't judge me! :) She tagged along. She also needed some stuff from the shopping centre. We started at the dollar Tree. It was hot, she is always talking and munching on ice but it can only last you that long. She grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge, drank it while in the store. I did my thing, she did hers, we paid and walked out. Soon as we did, she went, OMG, I forgot to pay for the soda! I told her to go back and pay for it! She told me she wasn't going to embarrass herself like that. I don't know how it's an embarrassment to be honest. She didn't budge.
We went to the pharmacy. She needed to send money to her sister. We walked around the store for a bit, then she went to the counter to do the money thing. Lo and behold, the moment we walked out, deja vu! She forgot to pay for something. The thing cost $25. I was like YOU NEED TO GO BACK TO THE STORE RIGHT NOW AND PAY FOR THAT! WTF? Kleptomaniac! She was like, they know me over there, they know I would never steal from them, I will go back some other time and pay for it. In fact, I don't even need these (it was butterfly shaped decoration lights, kinda like christmas decorations?), I will return them next time I go to the pharmacy. I rest my case!
We went to the third store. I told her I was going to wait outside for her. I wasn't gonna go through another episode for her. I needed something there though, so she asked me to literally hold her hand the entire time. This is a 44 year old we're talking about! I practically held her hand, got what I needed, she got what she needed, we all paid, we left the store. No merchandise was stolen during the taping of that episode haha. Whew!
I wasn't impressed with her AT ALL!
Roxy, remember her? The girl who loves to f#@ck and all that? Not that other people don't, but you know what I mean. Well...one afternoon, I got a random text from a random number. I asked who it was, he told me Sean, Roxy's friend. She was trying to set me up with her friend. I thought she had slept with all her friends! The day she and I were out and about together, she greeted this random, short guy. Guy went blood red in the face. She told me that was one of her sugar daddies. Dude looked younger than her! Anyway, this Sean guy was trying to be all cute in his texts, I was just shutting him down. I got a call from Roxy. She asked me to be nice to her friend who she was hanging out with at the time. I tried but dude wasn't making any sense in his texts. He would send me something like, are you a company man? Like, what does that even mean?
Long story short, he wanted to meet up. He asked me to go to Roxy's. I told him I don't do peple's places when meeting someone for the first time. He must take me somewhere. Cheap Skate! Sick and tired of Utahans and their cheapness. Been on so many dates in that State and the only man who ever took me out to eat was Paul. Bless him! This guy was like well, you know what, I just got this new job, I wasn't working blah blah blah. Uhm, why are you telling me this? This is YOUR problem! Fix it!
He came buy to the centre close to my place. We went to a Japanese restaurant. He told me what his budget was, which was fair. We had a decent meal and drinks. Not to shabby for a homeless guy. Yup! Turns out he was crashing on Roxy's couch. The one where 'people have had sex on'? Yeah, The guy hadn't taken a bath the day we met, you could tell. He wasn't all fresh. I can't stand that. Hygiene is very important, what kind of first impression are you trying to make if you can't jump in the shower for ten minutes before a date?
He was hugging me and trying to kiss me, it was revolting. I told him I had to go home to catch some sleep before work that night. 'You're so sexy! Sexy legs, sexy lips, sex sex sex!' Someone give me a gun! I wanted candy afterwards, he was like, I'll walk you there. He had a stack of cash in his wallet which he made sure I saw. I told him what had happened last time I went to the dollar tree (with Laura). Lo and behold we bumped into her there, CRAP! I introduced them to each other. HE picked up that that was the person I was talking about so when she said, come guys, what are you getting, I also need some stuff but I won't be long, we was like, yeah, we're already done! We'll wait for you outside! haha, good going, Sean!
He tried to kiss me in the mouth goodbye, I ducked. He told me he wanted to visit him at Roxy's, obviously for sex! I was like, we'll talk! I left without Laura. I'm not trying to get arrested in a foreign country!
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Dating a Soldier in Afghanistan
After MB's melt down, and rise from the dead, we were friendly again. I moved with caution. Not knowing when she would explode again. I didn't need rides from her because I was crashing in the break room, working and attending classes. I tried not to think about Mike, it wasn't easy considering the school was around the corner from his place. I was too busy to wallow though.
Before Mike, while still at Cindy's, I talked to a few other guys online. One of them was Tom, 42, 6ft2, could have been any race from his complexion. He was bald, so I couldn't tell from the texture of his hair. He was a soldier deployed in Afghanistan. He had been in the army for ten years and was doing his final run. He was a divorced from his wife of 10 years.
We talked for quite a while. Our conversations would be cut short because he was on duty when we chatted on yahoo. He had this cute picture of himself as a profile pic on his yahoo. He would always message me during the night, my time. I would wake up to his message which was really nice and a great way to start the day. Sometimes I would catch him online, we would exchange a few words before he would have to go again, usually without a warning.
He told me he has a condo in Salt LAke City. He wanted to get married and have us live there as a couple. He had kid, 10 and 8. They live with his late ex wife's parents in the UK. Tom would send me really long messages, we like long messages!
One night, I was thinking about him and the conversations we had had. He had told me that he was going to be back in 18 days. The countdown was so on. I asked him again, after a few days, he told me 13 days to go. That was right. But When I asked him the third time, he was way off. He told me something like 17 days left. That raised a huge red flag to me. If you are so looking forward to going home, how do you make that kind of mistake? I didn't dwell on it though.
I went to sleep hours after the conversation. Suddenly something said to me, look this mutha f$cker up! I couldn't shake that voice so I got up, turned the pc on and went to town. I had already looked his email address up and got nothing. I looked up his IP address, which isn't reliable because he may have been using a proxy site. It picked him up both in San Fran and Los Angeles. Both in California, but miles apart (8 hours drive or so); but it wasn't Afghanistan! I tried the images he had sent me. Voila! Bob's your uncle! There were so many posts on him. He is a scammer who goes by different aliases trying to get women to send him money in Afghanistan when he is stuck blah blah blah. Apparently he also gets stuck at the airport on his way into the US. We hadn't got to that stage yet, him and I. He was still grooming me. My heart could have jumped right out of my heart!
Everything with him changed from how I knew it. He turned out not to be who he said he was. I always look up people I meet online before meeting up in person. Things were different with Tom because we didn't have to meet in person for another 13 days or 17 days? F#ck if I know! I registered on one of the sites and shared my experience with him. I posted his photo on Social Media just in case he tries to scam one of my friends. Because we had been talking so long, the following morning, I checked my phone expecting to hear from him. No word! He may have had some spy software on my PC through which he was able to see my activities. How else would you explain him no longer writing immediately after busting him?
Before Mike, while still at Cindy's, I talked to a few other guys online. One of them was Tom, 42, 6ft2, could have been any race from his complexion. He was bald, so I couldn't tell from the texture of his hair. He was a soldier deployed in Afghanistan. He had been in the army for ten years and was doing his final run. He was a divorced from his wife of 10 years.
We talked for quite a while. Our conversations would be cut short because he was on duty when we chatted on yahoo. He had this cute picture of himself as a profile pic on his yahoo. He would always message me during the night, my time. I would wake up to his message which was really nice and a great way to start the day. Sometimes I would catch him online, we would exchange a few words before he would have to go again, usually without a warning.
He told me he has a condo in Salt LAke City. He wanted to get married and have us live there as a couple. He had kid, 10 and 8. They live with his late ex wife's parents in the UK. Tom would send me really long messages, we like long messages!
One night, I was thinking about him and the conversations we had had. He had told me that he was going to be back in 18 days. The countdown was so on. I asked him again, after a few days, he told me 13 days to go. That was right. But When I asked him the third time, he was way off. He told me something like 17 days left. That raised a huge red flag to me. If you are so looking forward to going home, how do you make that kind of mistake? I didn't dwell on it though.
I went to sleep hours after the conversation. Suddenly something said to me, look this mutha f$cker up! I couldn't shake that voice so I got up, turned the pc on and went to town. I had already looked his email address up and got nothing. I looked up his IP address, which isn't reliable because he may have been using a proxy site. It picked him up both in San Fran and Los Angeles. Both in California, but miles apart (8 hours drive or so); but it wasn't Afghanistan! I tried the images he had sent me. Voila! Bob's your uncle! There were so many posts on him. He is a scammer who goes by different aliases trying to get women to send him money in Afghanistan when he is stuck blah blah blah. Apparently he also gets stuck at the airport on his way into the US. We hadn't got to that stage yet, him and I. He was still grooming me. My heart could have jumped right out of my heart!
Everything with him changed from how I knew it. He turned out not to be who he said he was. I always look up people I meet online before meeting up in person. Things were different with Tom because we didn't have to meet in person for another 13 days or 17 days? F#ck if I know! I registered on one of the sites and shared my experience with him. I posted his photo on Social Media just in case he tries to scam one of my friends. Because we had been talking so long, the following morning, I checked my phone expecting to hear from him. No word! He may have had some spy software on my PC through which he was able to see my activities. How else would you explain him no longer writing immediately after busting him?
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Melt Down
The Monday after the Non Date with Michael was going to be my first day at the new school. I didn't have time to wallow in self pity. Laura and I dissed him and called him every name in the book, that's all the therapy in got, it's all the therapy I needed.
She had spent the weekend at her sister's after her sister was arrested for violating her probation. It was just her at her sister's and her sister's boyfriend who is also her fiance's cousin and the guy who raped her. She told me her sister's boyfriend was so nice to her that weekend. He apologised for the rape telling her it was a misunderstanding, he thought they had a deal, I will give you money if you give me a lil some some. She forgave him. He told her he had always had a crush on her. He ended up with the wrong sister, blah blah blah, she believed all that BS. Really Laura! At your age! (she's in her mid forties). Apparently he cooked her a nice dinner, they sat at the table and talked and really got to know each other. There was another guy at the house that night. Another cousin, who is not only a cousin to Laura's sister's boyfriend but to Laura's fiance. Confused yet?
Laura told me she saw her hot tub which she sold to her sister when she lost everything. She got nostalgic and got in. The other cousin, the one who is not dating either of the sisters, jumped in with her, they made out and almost had sex but cousy's member couldn't stay up. Apparently he was so under pressure. Excuses schmexcuses! She had no reason sleeping with any of those men to begin with, her man is in prison. She told me she hadn't had any since her fiance got arrested but she can't say the same for him, hahahaha!
I timed myself according to the directions on Google Maps, got up, took a quick shower and rushed for the bus stop which was turned out much farther than I anticipated. It was 30 minutes away. Yup, that far! That's Utah for you! 30 minutes to the bus stop, I missed it! I was across the street at the traffic lite, tired as heck, waiting to cross when it came by. The bus drivers there don't look around, they will pass you and not even think twice. I was so tired, having walked and ran uphill with bags, and sh*t. It was a great way to a very hectic week. I was definitely going to be late for school that day. Not the impression I was trying to make, but hey, bleep happens.
I stood there, wondering what to do with myself. I had to wait another 30 minutes for the following bus. If I had known, I would have just left the house thirty minutes late. It didn't help that as I walked out the gate from our apartments, I came across a dog. Dogs and I don't get along. The thing was gunning for me. I kept crossing the street to get away from it, it was following me like, well, a loyal dog! It was just the two of us on the street. I had to pick up rocks, my shoulders already felt like they were about to fall off due to the heavy bags, Lawd!
I started walking towards the direction of the school. It was too far to walk though, I didn't know what I was doing. I came across a man who was driving out of a car dealership. He looked at my boobs and asked if I (or they?) needed a ride. There was no time for pride, I accepted. He asked for my number. He wanted to meet up again to talk about my boobs, I politely refused. He dropped me off right in front of the door of the school at 8am on the dot. Thank goodness! I registered, we started class as soon as everybody was registered.
There was so much information to take in! We had an hour's lunch but it was called a working lunch, they gave us some reading material for during the break. I met a girl there from Africa, Somalia. We became friends instantly. She was cool people, she spoke some Zulu, freaked me out a little bit there! She'd go, 'asambe!' (let's go) out of the blue, I would feel like I was hearing things haha. Fun!
After school, I had work. It was going to take me an hour to get to work, meaning I would get there around 7pm, then would have 2 and a half hours to nap, but where? I could go home but it was going to take me an hour, including the 30 min walk, then another hour at night to get to work from home. Totally a waste of time. I opted to go to work. I was going to figure out what to do when I got there. Some girl who had a permanentfake smile offered me a ride. I refused, she kept insisting. She took me to the car, her husband was driving, she didn't even know which direction my work was, neither did I. Her husband seemed confused when he saw her approach with a bag lady aka me. I immediately told them both I was going to be ok, I had to go. I left! The black guy from my class, who was sitting next to me saw me walk to the train station, he game me a ride, I accepted. I say black because there were only three of us in class, the girl from Africa, the guy and I. He was nice to give me a ride regardless of where I was going.
We set next to each other every day until the end. He's cool people, he reminded me so much of my brother, Lunga.
I arrived at work before 7pm, asked the nurse if I could crash in one of the empty rooms until before work that night. She wasn't allowed to, so she asked if I had a driver's license. I told her I did, she told me to take her car home and back that night. That was so nice of her, she hardly knew me. I couldn't do that though! I hadn't driven here long enough to be confident driving on the 'right' side of the road. She snuck me into one of the rooms. I never asked her again though, I didn't want to get her into trouble.
During break, while still at school, I had texted MB to ask her if she was going to be working that night. I thought that if she was going to work, she could give me a ride (in exchange for Mc Donald's the following morning), that way I wouldn't worry about wasting all that time on the road. It was only a ten minute drive to work from mine. She never replied, normally, she always replied to my texts, almost immediately. I didn't bother to tell her why I asked or that I was no longer going to need the ride or whatever because she didn't come back to me to begin with.
That night, I got up around 9:30pm, took a quick shower, put my scrubs (uniform) on and went to work. I had so much homework! My gosh! MB texted me while I was trying to sleep to find out if I needed a ride. I told her I no longer needed it. She asked if I was ok, I told her I was. Go figure, she probably wanted to call 911 again smdh. She arrived that night at work, walked right by me and bumped me! I thought that was not only rude but high school, especially for a 42 year old mormon. Thanks to my delayed reaction and my ability not to react when someone does something for attention, I ignored her. She was talking over me that night and acting really nasty toward me. That was new to me because even in school, i was never that kid who gets bullied.
We had three aides at night, one for each wing and one who helped out with both. I had one of the two wings, the guy who I liked, in a, you're a cool colleague type way, had the other wing and MB was floating. As a float, you have a few rooms designated to you and then you help out the other aides. MB was busy doing unnecessary paperwork on the guy's side, ignoring her rooms which were right next to my wing so I was responding to her rooms instead of studying. I know I didn't get paid to study but I could if she could do what she was getting paid for too. I was losing my patience, no pun intended. I asked her over the radio if she was going to be taking care of any of her rooms that night of was I supposed to take care of mine and hers. She went, "EXCUSE ME!' She has anger management issues, she was ready to fight. I wasn't. I was ready to study. I needed her to start working, so I could go on with my life. She came over to my table, where I was trying to study when I didn't entertain her when she tried to be dramatic over the radio. She was so angry, she was panting up and down, having trouble to breathe, a hot mess, I tell ya! I focused on the book. First thing she said was, 'you're walking home tomorrow!' B*tch, f*ck off! Why would you think that's a big problem for me? I have had bigger mountains to climb and I did just fine without you, why would you think I need your sorry *ss to take me home! Youre're not be all end all of my life! I can take public transport. Plus, I wasn't going home that entire week, so I don't know what the f*ck she was on about you're walking home tomorrow. You're buying your own Mc Donald's tomorrow! What a Jerk! Who says that to a friend? Ugh. Needless to say, I am just venting, that's how I felt but I never said any of that to her. I completely ignored her.
"I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! YOU HAVE BEEN USING ME ALL ALONG, PRETENDING TO BE MY FRIEND! NOBODY LIKES ME! I WAS WONDERING WHY YOU LIKED ME, YOU DIDN'T, YOU WERE USING ME FOR RIDES. THAT'S IT, I'M DONE! NO MORE RIDES FOR YOU! WE WILL SEE WHO IS GOING TO TAKE YOU HOME TOMORROW! I WILL NOT BE USED. TELL ME THE TRUTH, ADMIT IT! YOU WERE USING ME, WEREN'T YOU?"
Did I even look at her? Nope! I heard her because she was right there, literally yapping into my ear, otherwise, she was the least of my concerns, drawing attention to herself in a nursing home where people had serious problems, in the middle of the night. She went on and on, panting up and down. Then she burst our crying, she was having a melt down! I thought, you know what, I'm gonna let her let it all out. She obviously needed the release. I would suggest she get laid but she was a 42 year old virgin, so... 'YOU WERE MAKING FUN OF MY RELATIONSHIP, NO FRIEND DOES THAT! YOU ARE NOT A FRIEND, MAKING FUN OF ME BECAUSE I AM STILL A VIRGIN, BLAH BLAH BLAH'. #delusional. I never made fun of her, who am I to make fun of her virginity? It's her choice! Hard as it may be to believe, I don't think about her v*gina! At all!
She went on for a good while, then came and sat at the table across from me and said, 'Shame, are you studying? Would you like me to help you? Let me Help you! Will you need a ride tomorrow?'
She had spent the weekend at her sister's after her sister was arrested for violating her probation. It was just her at her sister's and her sister's boyfriend who is also her fiance's cousin and the guy who raped her. She told me her sister's boyfriend was so nice to her that weekend. He apologised for the rape telling her it was a misunderstanding, he thought they had a deal, I will give you money if you give me a lil some some. She forgave him. He told her he had always had a crush on her. He ended up with the wrong sister, blah blah blah, she believed all that BS. Really Laura! At your age! (she's in her mid forties). Apparently he cooked her a nice dinner, they sat at the table and talked and really got to know each other. There was another guy at the house that night. Another cousin, who is not only a cousin to Laura's sister's boyfriend but to Laura's fiance. Confused yet?
Laura told me she saw her hot tub which she sold to her sister when she lost everything. She got nostalgic and got in. The other cousin, the one who is not dating either of the sisters, jumped in with her, they made out and almost had sex but cousy's member couldn't stay up. Apparently he was so under pressure. Excuses schmexcuses! She had no reason sleeping with any of those men to begin with, her man is in prison. She told me she hadn't had any since her fiance got arrested but she can't say the same for him, hahahaha!
I timed myself according to the directions on Google Maps, got up, took a quick shower and rushed for the bus stop which was turned out much farther than I anticipated. It was 30 minutes away. Yup, that far! That's Utah for you! 30 minutes to the bus stop, I missed it! I was across the street at the traffic lite, tired as heck, waiting to cross when it came by. The bus drivers there don't look around, they will pass you and not even think twice. I was so tired, having walked and ran uphill with bags, and sh*t. It was a great way to a very hectic week. I was definitely going to be late for school that day. Not the impression I was trying to make, but hey, bleep happens.
I stood there, wondering what to do with myself. I had to wait another 30 minutes for the following bus. If I had known, I would have just left the house thirty minutes late. It didn't help that as I walked out the gate from our apartments, I came across a dog. Dogs and I don't get along. The thing was gunning for me. I kept crossing the street to get away from it, it was following me like, well, a loyal dog! It was just the two of us on the street. I had to pick up rocks, my shoulders already felt like they were about to fall off due to the heavy bags, Lawd!
I started walking towards the direction of the school. It was too far to walk though, I didn't know what I was doing. I came across a man who was driving out of a car dealership. He looked at my boobs and asked if I (or they?) needed a ride. There was no time for pride, I accepted. He asked for my number. He wanted to meet up again to talk about my boobs, I politely refused. He dropped me off right in front of the door of the school at 8am on the dot. Thank goodness! I registered, we started class as soon as everybody was registered.
There was so much information to take in! We had an hour's lunch but it was called a working lunch, they gave us some reading material for during the break. I met a girl there from Africa, Somalia. We became friends instantly. She was cool people, she spoke some Zulu, freaked me out a little bit there! She'd go, 'asambe!' (let's go) out of the blue, I would feel like I was hearing things haha. Fun!
After school, I had work. It was going to take me an hour to get to work, meaning I would get there around 7pm, then would have 2 and a half hours to nap, but where? I could go home but it was going to take me an hour, including the 30 min walk, then another hour at night to get to work from home. Totally a waste of time. I opted to go to work. I was going to figure out what to do when I got there. Some girl who had a permanent
We set next to each other every day until the end. He's cool people, he reminded me so much of my brother, Lunga.
I arrived at work before 7pm, asked the nurse if I could crash in one of the empty rooms until before work that night. She wasn't allowed to, so she asked if I had a driver's license. I told her I did, she told me to take her car home and back that night. That was so nice of her, she hardly knew me. I couldn't do that though! I hadn't driven here long enough to be confident driving on the 'right' side of the road. She snuck me into one of the rooms. I never asked her again though, I didn't want to get her into trouble.
During break, while still at school, I had texted MB to ask her if she was going to be working that night. I thought that if she was going to work, she could give me a ride (in exchange for Mc Donald's the following morning), that way I wouldn't worry about wasting all that time on the road. It was only a ten minute drive to work from mine. She never replied, normally, she always replied to my texts, almost immediately. I didn't bother to tell her why I asked or that I was no longer going to need the ride or whatever because she didn't come back to me to begin with.
That night, I got up around 9:30pm, took a quick shower, put my scrubs (uniform) on and went to work. I had so much homework! My gosh! MB texted me while I was trying to sleep to find out if I needed a ride. I told her I no longer needed it. She asked if I was ok, I told her I was. Go figure, she probably wanted to call 911 again smdh. She arrived that night at work, walked right by me and bumped me! I thought that was not only rude but high school, especially for a 42 year old mormon. Thanks to my delayed reaction and my ability not to react when someone does something for attention, I ignored her. She was talking over me that night and acting really nasty toward me. That was new to me because even in school, i was never that kid who gets bullied.
We had three aides at night, one for each wing and one who helped out with both. I had one of the two wings, the guy who I liked, in a, you're a cool colleague type way, had the other wing and MB was floating. As a float, you have a few rooms designated to you and then you help out the other aides. MB was busy doing unnecessary paperwork on the guy's side, ignoring her rooms which were right next to my wing so I was responding to her rooms instead of studying. I know I didn't get paid to study but I could if she could do what she was getting paid for too. I was losing my patience, no pun intended. I asked her over the radio if she was going to be taking care of any of her rooms that night of was I supposed to take care of mine and hers. She went, "EXCUSE ME!' She has anger management issues, she was ready to fight. I wasn't. I was ready to study. I needed her to start working, so I could go on with my life. She came over to my table, where I was trying to study when I didn't entertain her when she tried to be dramatic over the radio. She was so angry, she was panting up and down, having trouble to breathe, a hot mess, I tell ya! I focused on the book. First thing she said was, 'you're walking home tomorrow!' B*tch, f*ck off! Why would you think that's a big problem for me? I have had bigger mountains to climb and I did just fine without you, why would you think I need your sorry *ss to take me home! Youre're not be all end all of my life! I can take public transport. Plus, I wasn't going home that entire week, so I don't know what the f*ck she was on about you're walking home tomorrow. You're buying your own Mc Donald's tomorrow! What a Jerk! Who says that to a friend? Ugh. Needless to say, I am just venting, that's how I felt but I never said any of that to her. I completely ignored her.
"I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! YOU HAVE BEEN USING ME ALL ALONG, PRETENDING TO BE MY FRIEND! NOBODY LIKES ME! I WAS WONDERING WHY YOU LIKED ME, YOU DIDN'T, YOU WERE USING ME FOR RIDES. THAT'S IT, I'M DONE! NO MORE RIDES FOR YOU! WE WILL SEE WHO IS GOING TO TAKE YOU HOME TOMORROW! I WILL NOT BE USED. TELL ME THE TRUTH, ADMIT IT! YOU WERE USING ME, WEREN'T YOU?"
Did I even look at her? Nope! I heard her because she was right there, literally yapping into my ear, otherwise, she was the least of my concerns, drawing attention to herself in a nursing home where people had serious problems, in the middle of the night. She went on and on, panting up and down. Then she burst our crying, she was having a melt down! I thought, you know what, I'm gonna let her let it all out. She obviously needed the release. I would suggest she get laid but she was a 42 year old virgin, so... 'YOU WERE MAKING FUN OF MY RELATIONSHIP, NO FRIEND DOES THAT! YOU ARE NOT A FRIEND, MAKING FUN OF ME BECAUSE I AM STILL A VIRGIN, BLAH BLAH BLAH'. #delusional. I never made fun of her, who am I to make fun of her virginity? It's her choice! Hard as it may be to believe, I don't think about her v*gina! At all!
She went on for a good while, then came and sat at the table across from me and said, 'Shame, are you studying? Would you like me to help you? Let me Help you! Will you need a ride tomorrow?'
Michael
After my interview at Roxy's, which went very well, I was going to hear back from them in a few days. The pay was a few dollars lower per hour than at my job, difference is, Roxy's job was looking for permanent staff. I headed back to Cindy's hoping that there wouldn't be anybody home, so I could rest in peace, seeing as I hadn't slept a wink the night before. I headed straight to my bedroom and slept until around 6pm when I got ready for work. Roxy was very kind to take me out and have me over her place that night. It was nice to hang out and watch a movie with a girlfriend. I don't do that kind of stuff often here. I called her that night, to thank her and to let her know I decided to stay at Cindy's a little longer. I didn't get hold of her. She did call me back that night though. She told me her doors are open for me whenever I felt the heat in the kitchen and needed to move or whatever. That was nice but I hoped and prayed not to ever have to take her up on that offer.
Fast Forward to Laura's aka Ms Mugshots aka Ms Trapped-In-The-Closet. When I got my job, they told me I had three months to get licensed. According to the State of Utah, I had 4 months to get licensed. I was now permanent, didn't need to be Roxy's Job, which they had offered to me, just after I got permanent at my old job. It was nice of Roxy's to hook me up though. I couldn't even do both jobs, the schedules clashed. I worked on getting licensed. I found a highly recommended school, called them u, they had a class that started the Monday after I moved back to Laura's.
Michael and I were spending every minute we had off work together. It was amaze! Laura was home alone to do her shady business. I was out of harm's way. I remember telling Michael about Laura. He was like, yeah, your roommate is definitely on Cocaine and other drugs. Laura always had hundreds of Ice Lollies in the freezer and more in the pantry as backup, God Forbid she should run out of ice! Apparently that was one of the symptoms of cocaine addiction. He was like I would like to meet your roommate but then again, if I did, I would say something to her about her drugs and would tell from seeing her dilated pupils, I would rather not meet her.
I was hoping they met, just so she could see that I had somebody on my side too, she can tell that to her KKK or whatever husband. White supremacy, I get them confused. At Mae's we lived across the street from Ku klux klan, Laura's boyfriend is White Supremacy. Only in America! Michael was sweet, and fast! He was already telling me he was in love with me. He would look me in the eye (#Melts) and say, I love you, Babalwa. It was sweet that he made the effort to call me by that name and to remember it too, can you imagine? Not only do you have to know how to say it, it's a whole another language. It was a very romantic gesture on his part.
He promised me a nice, romantic, real date. He was going to take me to his favorite Italian restaurant in his neighborhood when he got paid. The weekend just before I moved to Grey's house, Michael went out of town. He had his son, so he decided to take him out of State for the weekend. He sent me pictures. They looked ancient, but who was I to question him? I have trust issues, and unfortunately, whenever I think something is fishy, it always turns out that way. I thought it was weird that he was going all the way to his mom's to be with his son, but was like, let's give him the benefit of the doubt. His mom wasn't even home then. She was with his sister in Washington. He went there to clean the yard. Tis is a good three hours away and he was going to drive there to clean the yard when his mom wasn't even around. What??!?!?!?!?!? He also told me that phone service is very poor over there. He might not be able to call, but will definitely text. Is Michael married? What kind of suspicious, married man behaviour is this? He promised to visit Monday before work. I waited to hear from him to tell him that I had moved back to the Drug Lordess'. I wasn't going to keep updating someone who is busy cleaning his mom's yard with his son. I left him be! I would only text back when he texted back. I am not into games but I am careful when it comes to these things, especially at the early stages of a relationship.
I wasn't going to take time off work for school, having just been made permanent. Basically, I had only just started working. I planned on going to school and working at the same time. It was going to be a rough couple of weeks. I had school from 8am until 6pm and work from 10pm until 6am. I don't have a car, contrary to my post about running over my neighbor's dog, which was a joke haha, so I had to use public transport. The school was right around the corner from Michael's place but I wasn't about to ask if I could crash at his while I attended. We had just met. I didn't want him thinking I was that girl.
Michael called that Monday night. He couldn't come see me (or send a courtesy text to say so) because he was late for work, blah blah blah, drama about his son and ex wife, blah blah blah, I still think he should have texted. Anyway. I let it go. Kinda. He was too tired that night, and his place was a mess so he didn't think I would want to be there. I wasn't going to insist. He had already made up his mind that I didn't want to be there, so.
He was already home from work when he called. I don't know why his place was so messy if he was out of town the entire weekend. Things were just not adding up. I didn't ask, I just went with it. After our phone call, we texted back and forth for an entire hour, I would keep dozing off and get back up and text. He had a problem sleeping. He tried all kinds of things, only, wait for it... Cannabis aka Marijuana helped relax him. He told me his mind was very busy, it won't shut down. He told me growing up, he suffered from depression, so did his mother. His family is a bunch of unlucky people. The worst things happen to them blah blah blah. I think his family needs attitude adjustment. I'm not saying bad things don't happen to people, heck they happen to me, and I consider myself a good enough person! But you gotta chin up and keep going.
That night, after chatting for an hour, he called and asked if I would mind keeping him company. I told him not, he came over to get me. He should have done that earlier but I guess he is a sucker for punishment or he is unlucky, so he thought he was meant to stay up all night and suffer. It was nice to see him. I couldn't get over his handsomeness! The drive from his to mine is like 6 minutes. We exchanged massages, he has the coldest bedroom ever. he has the A/C blowing and a fan, just coldness all around. He would turn one of them off when I was there. It was still cold but it wasn't like winter or anything, so with a blanket and body heat, I was comfortable.
He was lucky if he got two hours of sleep that night! I spent one more night at his before I started school. Thursday Night was my day off. I worked nights so we spent all my nights off together. He got paid the following day, Friday. He was so excited, he finally had a chance to take me out. He officially asked me on a date which I thought was cute. I agreed. We were gonna go Sunday or Monday night, on my off day. His ex wife had his son that weekend, so we were good. We were up almost all night, because he doesn't sleep. I had brought to his attention that it would be nice if he could offer me something more than a glass of water when I arrived at his place and breakfast in the morning. He felt so bad and was like, he had been out of the dating scene so long that he didn't even know how to do these things. I didn't think it had anything with the dating scene, more being hospitable, that's all. He finishes work late, after ten pm, then goes home to shower before picking me up, by the time I get there, it's very late. But I didn't want to be that girl. I wanted him to offer me something and have me refuse it, that's all.
He told me that he was going to go grocery shopping that morning, he wanted to know what I liked to eat. He was going to stock up on some of my favorite things. He told me to tell him if he did something I didn't like, he was like, I am teachable! I thought that was nice. I wasn't going to be a pain in his neck obviously, I wasn't trying to act like his mom. He misplaced his phone that night. I called it, he found it and I subsequently saw that my number wasn't saved. Red flag! I asked him about it. He told me he was trying to get into a habit of memorising numbers to exercise his brain. I asked him to save my number and do his brain exercises with other people's number. His ex wife called the following morning. Her number was saved! Why not practice on her number!
Their son was hurt, he had fallen off the stairs and twisted his ankle. They were at the hospital. Michael had to go there. He quickly dropped me off, then rushed off to the hospital. He told me not to worry, his son is a klutz, that kind of stuff happens to him all the time, his mom was probably over reacting.
The day of the date, I got home from work and went straight to bed just in case we were still on, I didn't think we were though. It's just a feeling I had. I called him before I went to sleep to confirm times, so I could set my alarm. He didn't pick up. He texted to tell me his mom needed him to pick him up from the airport and take her to Iowa, where she lives. Where he went to clean the other weekend. He apologies but didn't postpone. I had a feeling that was it. I didn't believe that, I didn't believe any of his stories, not the cleaning, nor the ankle twisting of his son. his first night back from cleaning his mom's place, He had a ton of dishes at his place even though he was away for the weekend. His sh*t wasn't adding up. I choose my battles, so I never confronted him about any of that. I wasn't going to waste my energy on any of that, if he was lying, he is dishonest guy, who is not worthy of my time. I wasn't going to turn him into an honest person by confronting him.
I never heard from him ever again!
Fast Forward to Laura's aka Ms Mugshots aka Ms Trapped-In-The-Closet. When I got my job, they told me I had three months to get licensed. According to the State of Utah, I had 4 months to get licensed. I was now permanent, didn't need to be Roxy's Job, which they had offered to me, just after I got permanent at my old job. It was nice of Roxy's to hook me up though. I couldn't even do both jobs, the schedules clashed. I worked on getting licensed. I found a highly recommended school, called them u, they had a class that started the Monday after I moved back to Laura's.
Michael and I were spending every minute we had off work together. It was amaze! Laura was home alone to do her shady business. I was out of harm's way. I remember telling Michael about Laura. He was like, yeah, your roommate is definitely on Cocaine and other drugs. Laura always had hundreds of Ice Lollies in the freezer and more in the pantry as backup, God Forbid she should run out of ice! Apparently that was one of the symptoms of cocaine addiction. He was like I would like to meet your roommate but then again, if I did, I would say something to her about her drugs and would tell from seeing her dilated pupils, I would rather not meet her.
I was hoping they met, just so she could see that I had somebody on my side too, she can tell that to her KKK or whatever husband. White supremacy, I get them confused. At Mae's we lived across the street from Ku klux klan, Laura's boyfriend is White Supremacy. Only in America! Michael was sweet, and fast! He was already telling me he was in love with me. He would look me in the eye (#Melts) and say, I love you, Babalwa. It was sweet that he made the effort to call me by that name and to remember it too, can you imagine? Not only do you have to know how to say it, it's a whole another language. It was a very romantic gesture on his part.
He promised me a nice, romantic, real date. He was going to take me to his favorite Italian restaurant in his neighborhood when he got paid. The weekend just before I moved to Grey's house, Michael went out of town. He had his son, so he decided to take him out of State for the weekend. He sent me pictures. They looked ancient, but who was I to question him? I have trust issues, and unfortunately, whenever I think something is fishy, it always turns out that way. I thought it was weird that he was going all the way to his mom's to be with his son, but was like, let's give him the benefit of the doubt. His mom wasn't even home then. She was with his sister in Washington. He went there to clean the yard. Tis is a good three hours away and he was going to drive there to clean the yard when his mom wasn't even around. What??!?!?!?!?!? He also told me that phone service is very poor over there. He might not be able to call, but will definitely text. Is Michael married? What kind of suspicious, married man behaviour is this? He promised to visit Monday before work. I waited to hear from him to tell him that I had moved back to the Drug Lordess'. I wasn't going to keep updating someone who is busy cleaning his mom's yard with his son. I left him be! I would only text back when he texted back. I am not into games but I am careful when it comes to these things, especially at the early stages of a relationship.
I wasn't going to take time off work for school, having just been made permanent. Basically, I had only just started working. I planned on going to school and working at the same time. It was going to be a rough couple of weeks. I had school from 8am until 6pm and work from 10pm until 6am. I don't have a car, contrary to my post about running over my neighbor's dog, which was a joke haha, so I had to use public transport. The school was right around the corner from Michael's place but I wasn't about to ask if I could crash at his while I attended. We had just met. I didn't want him thinking I was that girl.
Michael called that Monday night. He couldn't come see me (or send a courtesy text to say so) because he was late for work, blah blah blah, drama about his son and ex wife, blah blah blah, I still think he should have texted. Anyway. I let it go. Kinda. He was too tired that night, and his place was a mess so he didn't think I would want to be there. I wasn't going to insist. He had already made up his mind that I didn't want to be there, so.
He was already home from work when he called. I don't know why his place was so messy if he was out of town the entire weekend. Things were just not adding up. I didn't ask, I just went with it. After our phone call, we texted back and forth for an entire hour, I would keep dozing off and get back up and text. He had a problem sleeping. He tried all kinds of things, only, wait for it... Cannabis aka Marijuana helped relax him. He told me his mind was very busy, it won't shut down. He told me growing up, he suffered from depression, so did his mother. His family is a bunch of unlucky people. The worst things happen to them blah blah blah. I think his family needs attitude adjustment. I'm not saying bad things don't happen to people, heck they happen to me, and I consider myself a good enough person! But you gotta chin up and keep going.
That night, after chatting for an hour, he called and asked if I would mind keeping him company. I told him not, he came over to get me. He should have done that earlier but I guess he is a sucker for punishment or he is unlucky, so he thought he was meant to stay up all night and suffer. It was nice to see him. I couldn't get over his handsomeness! The drive from his to mine is like 6 minutes. We exchanged massages, he has the coldest bedroom ever. he has the A/C blowing and a fan, just coldness all around. He would turn one of them off when I was there. It was still cold but it wasn't like winter or anything, so with a blanket and body heat, I was comfortable.
He was lucky if he got two hours of sleep that night! I spent one more night at his before I started school. Thursday Night was my day off. I worked nights so we spent all my nights off together. He got paid the following day, Friday. He was so excited, he finally had a chance to take me out. He officially asked me on a date which I thought was cute. I agreed. We were gonna go Sunday or Monday night, on my off day. His ex wife had his son that weekend, so we were good. We were up almost all night, because he doesn't sleep. I had brought to his attention that it would be nice if he could offer me something more than a glass of water when I arrived at his place and breakfast in the morning. He felt so bad and was like, he had been out of the dating scene so long that he didn't even know how to do these things. I didn't think it had anything with the dating scene, more being hospitable, that's all. He finishes work late, after ten pm, then goes home to shower before picking me up, by the time I get there, it's very late. But I didn't want to be that girl. I wanted him to offer me something and have me refuse it, that's all.
He told me that he was going to go grocery shopping that morning, he wanted to know what I liked to eat. He was going to stock up on some of my favorite things. He told me to tell him if he did something I didn't like, he was like, I am teachable! I thought that was nice. I wasn't going to be a pain in his neck obviously, I wasn't trying to act like his mom. He misplaced his phone that night. I called it, he found it and I subsequently saw that my number wasn't saved. Red flag! I asked him about it. He told me he was trying to get into a habit of memorising numbers to exercise his brain. I asked him to save my number and do his brain exercises with other people's number. His ex wife called the following morning. Her number was saved! Why not practice on her number!
Their son was hurt, he had fallen off the stairs and twisted his ankle. They were at the hospital. Michael had to go there. He quickly dropped me off, then rushed off to the hospital. He told me not to worry, his son is a klutz, that kind of stuff happens to him all the time, his mom was probably over reacting.
The day of the date, I got home from work and went straight to bed just in case we were still on, I didn't think we were though. It's just a feeling I had. I called him before I went to sleep to confirm times, so I could set my alarm. He didn't pick up. He texted to tell me his mom needed him to pick him up from the airport and take her to Iowa, where she lives. Where he went to clean the other weekend. He apologies but didn't postpone. I had a feeling that was it. I didn't believe that, I didn't believe any of his stories, not the cleaning, nor the ankle twisting of his son. his first night back from cleaning his mom's place, He had a ton of dishes at his place even though he was away for the weekend. His sh*t wasn't adding up. I choose my battles, so I never confronted him about any of that. I wasn't going to waste my energy on any of that, if he was lying, he is dishonest guy, who is not worthy of my time. I wasn't going to turn him into an honest person by confronting him.
I never heard from him ever again!
Picture's of Perry's house
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| Posing during my break at Avon's Facility's Car show (New Jersey) |
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| Cheap boots ($2) from Walmart. Lasted Maximum 2 weeks |
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| Snow Storm after Hurricane Sandy Pic |
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| The snow Storm. View From Avon's Balcony (New Jersey) |
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| More snow |
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| In Perry's Car (Sand Diego) |
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| The Boots Perry bought me at Marshall's |
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| More Sand Diego |
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| Seafood from the Bay Area, S.Diego |
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| If you squint real good, you can see Perry barbecue behind me. |
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| His bedroom, don't mind the mess, the floor? They were renovating when wife left. |
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| The living room. Very comfy couch |
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| The canyon behind his property |
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| Selfie next to our Christmas tree. He had already broken up with me when this was taken |
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| Perry's bathroom. He had his, I had mine |
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| The third bedroom, that was going to be my office according to the original plan |
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| The kitchen. I told you the house was brown! Cute fridge! |
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| What used to be the game room, before wife took Perry to the cleaner's |
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| Part of his office, where he worked as an Architect |
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| Linen Closet |
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| Swimming pool and view from the backyard |
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