A couple of weeks ago I met this guy on match.com (yes, I'm on match. No, I'm not embarrassed. At least not anymore.) that we'll call Dayton Boy. Dayton Boy was great. On paper, he was fabulous. In real life he exposed me to a whole different level of crazy. Allow me to map it out for you...
SUNDAY - I talked to him on the phone for over two hours. That's right, two hours. He is a practicing Catholic, Republican, built, employed....perfect for me. So far so good. We decide to meet for drinks at a place half way between my place and his (he live about an hour north from me) on Monday.
MONDAY - The date went fine. We had drinks and some snackies. Great conversation, better looking than his pictures, nice evening all the way around. We set up a second date for Wednesday night.
TUESDAY - Dayton Boy owns his own company, which allows him ample flexibility with his schedule. I assume this since he called me no fewer than five times and sent me about 35 text messages. This is also the day he called me and said he wanted to marry me.
I had to cut off the text messages, so I told him I was going to dinner and might text when I got home. Didn't really go anywhere, just needed to stop texting. Anyway, I got a text at 10:15pm asking if I was home yet. Then I got a phone call at 11pm asking if I was home. And asking if I would call him when I got in. NOT!
WEDNESDAY - Easily received 40 text messages from him. We had plans to meet at 6:30 by my house. I said I would meet him half way so he didn't have to drive all the way down, but he insisted on coming to Cincy (which is over an hour in traffic). He shows up at 6:30, we get drinks and dinner and get back to his car at 9:45pm. He has this crabby look on his face and I ask what's wrong. he does the pouty three-year-old "NOTHING!" response, so I say OK and go home.
For the next hour I got 20 text messages telling me how mad he was because I didn't spend enough time with him. Guess three hours on a school night on a date with someone I've known for 3 days wasn't enough. I finally tell him I have to go to bed and we'll talk about it in the morning.
THURSDAY - Got 50 texts and five phone calls.This was the day he told me he was expecting I would "fall all over him" a little more. Guess that's what he's used to from women. Needless to say, that was when I had to send the text message (that's right, a break up text message) to tell him to get lost.
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