"We have a new Lifeisnotarom.com rule: if you meet a guy over 25 who has little to no dating experience, RUN - do NOT walk away. I mean full on sprint because the odds are, he's a complete moron and there's a damn good reason he's single."
Also, let's not ignore the incorrect usage of you're. Well, I guess I underestimated Jake...you know, the guy who doesn't open doors or offer to buy me a drink ever.
I told you last week he's been ghostly and I don't really mind because he was strictly in the summer fun category.
It all started on Thursday evening when he sent me a really rude snapchat text saying, "if my cat was on the biggest loser, he'd win every time because he's a fat, freeloading, gay, waste of space."
Anyone who knows me - knows I adore animals. All animals, but especially my own - so I was really offended at this rude, out of the blue comment. I responded back with, "does being mean make you happy? Wtf?"
No reply.
Then last night he snapped something and I replied to it saying, "what's with the salty attitude towards me lately?" and boom - led to a full blown argument about why we ended.
He said he kept inviting me to go wine tasting and I kept saying no...
First off, that's false.
He invited me the weekend a hurricane hit so obviously we didn't go. The next weekend he mentioned it, when I asked about it, he was at some taste of the city festival. So what the fuck dude? I never said no, you failed to execute.
Then
I let loooooose.
I called him out on the fact that I let this thing be "casual" so I partially blame myself but that when we'd go out, he never offered to buy me a drink - ever. We went on two dates - everything else was casual nothingness.
He said he stopped buying drinks for girls awhile ago, he bought my ticket to the Ferris wheel (the night we went out and I didn't eat and he happily proclaimed, less bill for me!) and said, I'm not the type to take a girl out like twice a week.
I kindly reminded him we met July 18th and went on two dates in total. That's not much.... Below is a screenshot I managed to snag.
Moral of the story - he caught feelings but due to NO dating experience as an adult, he has no fucking clue how it works and therefore we have a new Lifeisnotarom.com rule: if you meet a guy over 25 who has little to no dating experience, RUN - do NOT walk away. I mean full on sprint because the odds are, he's a complete moron and there's a damn good reason he's single.
Our snap text ended with me saying, " I hope you realize this has nothing to do with money, it's all about the gesture of being a gentleman. Goodnight."
He said, "I hope to see you soon, let's talk tomorrow."
No, let's not.
You're a loser and summer is over and now I'm dating a smart ass Ivy Leaguer who never forgets to open my door or buy the drinks or execute a plan. You can get back to refusing to buy a girl a $7 glass of wine, already know how well that's gonna work out for ya.
PEACE.
So yeah, he caught feelings and I give zero fucks about it.
Maybe this is what I get for trying to date a white guy.
Sorry I'm not sorry,
Elle
I told you last week he's been ghostly and I don't really mind because he was strictly in the summer fun category.
It all started on Thursday evening when he sent me a really rude snapchat text saying, "if my cat was on the biggest loser, he'd win every time because he's a fat, freeloading, gay, waste of space."
Anyone who knows me - knows I adore animals. All animals, but especially my own - so I was really offended at this rude, out of the blue comment. I responded back with, "does being mean make you happy? Wtf?"
No reply.
Then last night he snapped something and I replied to it saying, "what's with the salty attitude towards me lately?" and boom - led to a full blown argument about why we ended.
He said he kept inviting me to go wine tasting and I kept saying no...
First off, that's false.
He invited me the weekend a hurricane hit so obviously we didn't go. The next weekend he mentioned it, when I asked about it, he was at some taste of the city festival. So what the fuck dude? I never said no, you failed to execute.
Then
I let loooooose.
I called him out on the fact that I let this thing be "casual" so I partially blame myself but that when we'd go out, he never offered to buy me a drink - ever. We went on two dates - everything else was casual nothingness.
He said he stopped buying drinks for girls awhile ago, he bought my ticket to the Ferris wheel (the night we went out and I didn't eat and he happily proclaimed, less bill for me!) and said, I'm not the type to take a girl out like twice a week.
I kindly reminded him we met July 18th and went on two dates in total. That's not much.... Below is a screenshot I managed to snag.
Moral of the story - he caught feelings but due to NO dating experience as an adult, he has no fucking clue how it works and therefore we have a new Lifeisnotarom.com rule: if you meet a guy over 25 who has little to no dating experience, RUN - do NOT walk away. I mean full on sprint because the odds are, he's a complete moron and there's a damn good reason he's single.
Our snap text ended with me saying, " I hope you realize this has nothing to do with money, it's all about the gesture of being a gentleman. Goodnight."
He said, "I hope to see you soon, let's talk tomorrow."
No, let's not.
You're a loser and summer is over and now I'm dating a smart ass Ivy Leaguer who never forgets to open my door or buy the drinks or execute a plan. You can get back to refusing to buy a girl a $7 glass of wine, already know how well that's gonna work out for ya.
PEACE.
So yeah, he caught feelings and I give zero fucks about it.
Maybe this is what I get for trying to date a white guy.
Sorry I'm not sorry,
Elle
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