Anonymous wrote:6:40, I suggest you start meeting guys for coffee instead of at a bar. It will attract a different kind of man.

Anonymous wrote:6:40, I suggest you start meeting guys for coffee instead of at a bar. It will attract a different kind of man.

Anonymous wrote:Oh, I have soooooo many!

I met up with a dude 2 nights before my divorce was final. It was something to do. Anyhoo! I meet him in Cleveland Park at Ardeo. He smelled of cigarettes, didn't look like his pictures at all. He started to tell me about his pending divorce, that his ex is a bitch and only wanted money, he knows lives in a penthouse with all glass in Dupont and he hates the people of upper NW DC. He started yelling at me like I was his ex, checked his phone every 5 minutes, took 2 smoke breaks, told me he had been addicted to cocaine for 2 years. He also told me it was my fault for being in the situation I was in (I should've hired a big time lawyer to suck all the money from my ex), and why in the world would I send my kid to a public school that only has art and gym 1 time per week. Finally he left to go meet some guy friend and get high. Bartender looked at me and said "Worst Date Ever". No kidding! Gave me a good laugh and story.

Just met a dude last week, clearly he wasn't over the anger of his divorce and was whining it was his first x-mas alone. It's been 3 years and he didn't want to pay the money to fly home. But he's a nomad and works for hotels and moves around alot. Doesn't want kids but asked about mine. Under his breath he told me that for 6 months him and his ex didn't have sex and said that will never happen again for him. Total sales guy and just looking for random sex. No thanks. He wasn't comfortable in his own skin. Thankfully the bartender was cute and I made small talk with another woman so it wasn't so weird. She was a cool lady and I got her card. Then he told me he wasn't just there to pay for anothers drink and escorted me out. Then went back into the bar. Whatever. Paying for my drinks doesn't mean I owe you sex.

The next 2 were from a couple of years ago. Let's just say I've learned A LOT! Enjoy!

Four-Inch-Heel Guy – I had actually talked with this guy before and I liked his energy, so I figured paying for a babysitter was worth it to just get out of the house and relax somewhere. As I was leaving to meet him, I get his text “I hope you have four-inch heels on and look slutty.” I wrote back that, no, I have boots and a skirt on. Of course he then asked ”How high are the heels?” So I got on the Metro and I started fuming. Are you kidding me? I’m paying a babysitter to hang with a guy with crazy expectations? I just wanted to go out and chillax. I exited from the Dupont Circle Metro and went to a different bar to decide if I want to go meet the guy or not. I had told him that he needed to relax with the crazy comments for me to want to meet him. He kept texting things about role playing. Two guys at the bar noticed I looked worried. I showed them the texts and chit chatted with them. They ended up being really cool (friendly without expectations) and I started to have the kind of night I wanted to have. So, I was like, fuck it, I’m not showing up to meet the guy, he deserves to be stood up. After an hour or so, the guy next to me came up and covered my eyes playing a game, but I didn’t get it. Then four-inch-heel guy showed up, looked me in the face, and said “I’m here!” I looked at him pointing to myself and said “No ho bag here!” He tried to argue with me, and then the two guys rose to my defense and argued back. It escalated and the guy across from me ended up standing up to the guy (getting out of his seat) and the yelling continued. Finally four-inch-heel guy left. Thank goodness I never met him. I never told him where I was. I guess he searched every Dupont Circle bar to find me. Scary! And the guy was 47 with kids, but even at that age some men can’t behave like men.

Beat Me Guy – Maybe a couple of weeks later I did the same thing. I got a babysitter to meet a dude. He seemed like a nice, normal guy on the phone so I was a little excited to see him. Well, as I got to the Metro, I texted him and said “Shoot, I have a five minute wait for the Metro. You are going to beat me there”. Well, somehow that was code for him to text me back saying something about taking me back to his place, holding me down, and spanking me. I never got on the Metro, so I stood him up. Then he texted me back that I had a sense of humor failure. Problem is, I get that it might be a joke, however, I hadn’t even met him yet. So I went to my local bar and hung out by myself. Why men have to behave like douchebags, I don’t know. Expecting respect is a human right. He deserved to be stood up!

Anonymous wrote:The last guy I dated before I met my fiance was probably the worst date I ever had. The experience actually stopped me from dating for about 3-4 months and I was not interesting in dating my fiance when we met as a result. Here's what happened...

I met a Navy doctor through a part-time job that I used to have. He asked me out twice before I said yes. We agreed to spend a late Saturday morning through early afternoon together because he had hospital duty that night. He picked me up from the Metro station and things immediately got weird. He told me that he knew my cousin who is in the Navy and is stationed in the area. I thought that was weird because my cousin does not have the same last name. I thought that he was mistaken, but nope, he gave me a couple details and yeah, he knew my cousin. I should have immediately asked how he knew we were cousins, but I was so thrown. Over the next hour or so, he kept bringing up my cousin periodically. I excused myself to the bathroom and called my cousin. Turns out that my date was his doctor while my cousin was receiving treatment months prior. Dr. Strange saw me in a family photo my aunt sent with some get well cards. He met me a half a year later and put things together.
This is the only time in my life that I ever ditched a date in a restaurant. I actually did the classic "Can I slip out through the kitchen?" plea to an employee. Luckily, it was summer and I didn't have a coat or anything to worry about abandoning.

Anonymous wrote:Ooo glad my stories helped! I have met some nice men, and gained some friends so its not all bad. I agree about text and honestly, after not dating since 1998 I didn't have a clue what I was doing. It's a new world out there for sure. Expectations are raised based on pictures and email. Nothing is better than face to face.

What I have learned is that I really do love my freedom. And while divorce wasn't on my to-do list, freedom from abuse and negativity was necessary. No shame here.

Anonymous wrote:Oh, I have soooooo many!

I met up with a dude 2 nights before my divorce was final. It was something to do. Anyhoo! I meet him in Cleveland Park at Ardeo. He smelled of cigarettes, didn't look like his pictures at all. He started to tell me about his pending divorce, that his ex is a bitch and only wanted money, he knows lives in a penthouse with all glass in Dupont and he hates the people of upper NW DC. He started yelling at me like I was his ex, checked his phone every 5 minutes, took 2 smoke breaks, told me he had been addicted to cocaine for 2 years. He also told me it was my fault for being in the situation I was in (I should've hired a big time lawyer to suck all the money from my ex), and why in the world would I send my kid to a public school that only has art and gym 1 time per week. Finally he left to go meet some guy friend and get high. Bartender looked at me and said "Worst Date Ever". No kidding! Gave me a good laugh and story.

Just met a dude last week, clearly he wasn't over the anger of his divorce and was whining it was his first x-mas alone. It's been 3 years and he didn't want to pay the money to fly home. But he's a nomad and works for hotels and moves around alot. Doesn't want kids but asked about mine. Under his breath he told me that for 6 months him and his ex didn't have sex and said that will never happen again for him. Total sales guy and just looking for random sex. No thanks. He wasn't comfortable in his own skin. Thankfully the bartender was cute and I made small talk with another woman so it wasn't so weird. She was a cool lady and I got her card. Then he told me he wasn't just there to pay for anothers drink and escorted me out. Then went back into the bar. Whatever. Paying for my drinks doesn't mean I owe you sex.

The next 2 were from a couple of years ago. Let's just say I've learned A LOT! Enjoy!

Four-Inch-Heel Guy – I had actually talked with this guy before and I liked his energy, so I figured paying for a babysitter was worth it to just get out of the house and relax somewhere. As I was leaving to meet him, I get his text “I hope you have four-inch heels on and look slutty.” I wrote back that, no, I have boots and a skirt on. Of course he then asked ”How high are the heels?” So I got on the Metro and I started fuming. Are you kidding me? I’m paying a babysitter to hang with a guy with crazy expectations? I just wanted to go out and chillax. I exited from the Dupont Circle Metro and went to a different bar to decide if I want to go meet the guy or not. I had told him that he needed to relax with the crazy comments for me to want to meet him. He kept texting things about role playing. Two guys at the bar noticed I looked worried. I showed them the texts and chit chatted with them. They ended up being really cool (friendly without expectations) and I started to have the kind of night I wanted to have. So, I was like, fuck it, I’m not showing up to meet the guy, he deserves to be stood up. After an hour or so, the guy next to me came up and covered my eyes playing a game, but I didn’t get it. Then four-inch-heel guy showed up, looked me in the face, and said “I’m here!” I looked at him pointing to myself and said “No ho bag here!” He tried to argue with me, and then the two guys rose to my defense and argued back. It escalated and the guy across from me ended up standing up to the guy (getting out of his seat) and the yelling continued. Finally four-inch-heel guy left. Thank goodness I never met him. I never told him where I was. I guess he searched every Dupont Circle bar to find me. Scary! And the guy was 47 with kids, but even at that age some men can’t behave like men.

Beat Me Guy – Maybe a couple of weeks later I did the same thing. I got a babysitter to meet a dude. He seemed like a nice, normal guy on the phone so I was a little excited to see him. Well, as I got to the Metro, I texted him and said “Shoot, I have a five minute wait for the Metro. You are going to beat me there”. Well, somehow that was code for him to text me back saying something about taking me back to his place, holding me down, and spanking me. I never got on the Metro, so I stood him up. Then he texted me back that I had a sense of humor failure. Problem is, I get that it might be a joke, however, I hadn’t even met him yet. So I went to my local bar and hung out by myself. Why men have to behave like douchebags, I don’t know. Expecting respect is a human right. He deserved to be stood up!