With the first girl, me and her had an actual planned out date a few days in advance. I get to the place and texted her.
She texted me 20 min later and said she had met up with a friend beforehand so she was running late. She never showed up. I started Tindering at the bar, matched with someone, told her about my situation and asked her what she was up to. I feel like I should get a prize or something.
The first date later said that she showed up late and I had left already, and wanted to re-schedule. I show up and wait around for a good 20 minutes. Matched with a white girl who was very clear in her profile that she only wanted Asian dudes.
Everything else about her turned out to be as boring as her culinary preferences. Invited her over after meeting out at the bars that night. We hook up and she was gone in the morning. Anyways, 2 months later. My roommate brings her home and they hook up. Apparently they met on Tinder as well. I wake up to her coming into my room. I wake up and ask her to leave since I had class the next morning. She ends up pushing this red button that was in all the bed rooms at this particular campus.
For those who have never seen this, it is a small red button that sends the police a distress signal. Anyways, later I have the police at our apartment as I explain to them that she thought it was funny to be press the button and I want her to leave. Meanwhile, she goes on saying it was an accident. Luckily, she finally leaves after all that. So he met this girl on Tinder, they chatted an after a month she invited him to her town, around km away. He agreed because he had a fucking date! So he drove to the town and a nice evening, eventually they got dinner.
He had to pay the whole bill with his leftover money. Go to his place and he was super handsy and sucked at kissing. I decided I was over it and told him I had to leave. I mean I love your body! I have no desire to get it back. She lived in a college town about an hour away and he invited her out drinking in our city. He, I, and a dozen of our male friends were pregaming hard before a fraternity mixer. Then she got riggity riggity rekd on shots and beers. Why the owner of the condo decided comes with me is a question lost to history, but he leaves her in the bathroom.
When he got back he said she had curled up on his bed and puked on the night stand. So he sleeps on the couch. And when he awoke, she had disappeared without paying for or cleaning anything. He says it got worse from there. It ended up with the cops taking her away. We end up having sex a few times, she comes over my place again, I wanting to have sex again make a move and she slips shit and leaves. I feel awful wonder holy fuck was I that much of an asshole? Look at her FB page because I was thinking about her we finally added each other earlier that day and see that Mr.
Neighbor and her had been in a relationship for 2 years and either still were or had just broken up and are most likely living together. I sent a few texts but she unfreinded me on FB so I got the message and deleted her number and our kik conversation. She agreed to go out with a guy.
They made plans that included her being picked up by him. She gets in the car and notices that he has one of those breath start contraptions that you get with a DUI. Bummer, but not a deal breaker. They get to the restaurant and it is a terrible Mexican spot. She is a not a picky eater, so she said she would give it a whirl.
The food was okay, but not great. They are talking and getting to know each other, and she notices that he orders a couple of margaritas. She pays for the dinner and just wants to go home. She is way nicer than I would have been and decided to drive his car to his house, then Uber home from there. She had to keep blowing in the device and was just really pissed about the whole thing. This time he suggested Dave and Busters. It was like a Wednesday night; the place was totally empty.
This had the potential to be either really lame or really fun; it was definitely the former. He had no desire to drink I offered to buy , revealed that he goes there by himself rather often, and by the end of it I was basically watching him play video games. First time I ever contemplated leaving while someone was in the bathroom. After the date he kept texting me and I was pretty unresponsive, hoping he would take the hint.
I shortly deleted Tinder. We match, and decide to meet at a local hot dog stand. Turns out a piece of hot dog was completely blocking my esophagus luckily, past my lungs, so I could still breath. I excuse myself to a nearby bathroom and attempt to hack it up for about 5 minutes, and then I started coughing blood. Long story short, I end up in the hospital, had to get an endoscopy, and ended up texting her a bunch of graphically explicit things about her ass while on anesthetics.