As you know I've been penciling in my line up for the Seven Dates in Seven Days Challenge. In anticipation of this feat, I've... let's just call it how it is... lowered the bar a notch. That's how Justin Bradley squeaked by my ordinarily flawless screening process- LOL- and made it into the ring. Aside from seeming a little dim, Justin Bradley didn't really light my fire in the looks department. Not judging a book by it's cover but, every single picture of Justin Bradley was taken via the Personal Bathroom Photo Shoot- I really gotta stop dating these guys. Still, I responded to his email and played on.
There were signs. I just chose to ignore them.
For starters, Justin Bradley is a needy dude. Unfortunately I don't have much time to support needy guys so some things I did annoyed him, and he let me know about it. Examples:
1) Justin Bradley wanted to talk on the phone every night. In retrospect, I should have done it and just charged $5.99 a minute, maybe open up one of those flirty phone services!
2) Dude did not respect the 1:1 text ratio. When you send a text and you don't receive one back, put the phone
away. Just wait it out a bit! Instead, I would get random smiley faces or, "Hey, remember me??" messages flooding my inbox.
3) I swear I'm not making this up: my phone hated his phone number. Every time I'd send or receive a message from him, my Blackberry would give me the sand timer for 30-60 seconds. ONLY his number, I don't know why. I maintain that he was a spy.
4) In addition to text messages, Justin Bradley frequently sent unsolicited picture text messages of himself in various situations (again, usually in the car or in the bathroom, why do men find this appealing???) or of random things that reminded him of me. To be completely superficial, this is probably something that actually would have been appreciated had he been something to look at.
5) Every date idea Justin Bradley came up with was way too over the top. He'd want to go to NY, or Baltimore, or Busch Gardens or something. Once he asked me to go to a baseball game with him and his dad.
6) Justin Bradley is 28 and lives at home. There was a reason (there's always a reason).
7) When I told him that he was coming on too strong, he said he knew but that he's harmless (RED FLAG!) and that I "just might like him". I wrote it off as maybe he's not so weird in person.
1) Justin Bradley wanted to talk on the phone every night. In retrospect, I should have done it and just charged $5.99 a minute, maybe open up one of those flirty phone services!
2) Dude did not respect the 1:1 text ratio. When you send a text and you don't receive one back, put the phone
away. Just wait it out a bit! Instead, I would get random smiley faces or, "Hey, remember me??" messages flooding my inbox.3) I swear I'm not making this up: my phone hated his phone number. Every time I'd send or receive a message from him, my Blackberry would give me the sand timer for 30-60 seconds. ONLY his number, I don't know why. I maintain that he was a spy.
4) In addition to text messages, Justin Bradley frequently sent unsolicited picture text messages of himself in various situations (again, usually in the car or in the bathroom, why do men find this appealing???) or of random things that reminded him of me. To be completely superficial, this is probably something that actually would have been appreciated had he been something to look at.
5) Every date idea Justin Bradley came up with was way too over the top. He'd want to go to NY, or Baltimore, or Busch Gardens or something. Once he asked me to go to a baseball game with him and his dad.
6) Justin Bradley is 28 and lives at home. There was a reason (there's always a reason).
7) When I told him that he was coming on too strong, he said he knew but that he's harmless (RED FLAG!) and that I "just might like him". I wrote it off as maybe he's not so weird in person.
Despite these alarm bells left and right, I still agreed to meet with him. It's okay, you can judge me for allowing this to go on. I am! In fact, writing it all down it's beginning to sound like the beginning of a stalker story... you guys can be my witnesses.
The worst part about this is, that I was dreading this date. I talked to several members of the covenant expressing my concern, and letting them know that I planned for this to be our only date (I've come too far to go without my free drinks now!) and that maybe it'll be easier to turn him down after actually meeting him. Of course, I should have just cut my losses there.
So I got Justin Bradley to agree to come to DC for a couple of drinks rather than make me go out to Maryland aka "his turf" since I wasn't 100% comfortable with the situation. Since it was hot as hell out, I decided to be a lazy POS and take the bus instead of walking. (Yes, I took my chance with the crazies/trannies/smelly ladies on the bus rather than accept his offer to "swoop me up"-- his words not mine). While I was waiting at the bus stop I got a text message:
"Hey, are you in a black dress at the bus stop?"
...STALKER!!!!... (yes, that was me in the dress)
"Are you sure you don't want a ride?"
I'm sure.
I assured him that the bus would be there soon and that I'd just meet him at the restaurant. Once I boarded the stink bus I asked him if he was there yet, he replied, "are you?".
Weird.
Anyways, I trudged on my sad tale and 5 minutes after arriving sat down at a table. I texted him giving him my location, no response. After 4 or 5 minutes I sent him another text, "If I don't hear from you in the next 10 minutes, I'm leaving". I don't have time for this boosht. A few minutes later he texted me, "Nooooooooooo" but that was it. After the 10 minutes I paid for my beer and got out of there.
On my way home I gave him one last phone call. When it went unanswered, I left him a voice message in my sweetest voice (until the very end) letting him know that I was leaving, what he is, and where he can shove it.
The worst part about this is, that I was dreading this date. I talked to several members of the covenant expressing my concern, and letting them know that I planned for this to be our only date (I've come too far to go without my free drinks now!) and that maybe it'll be easier to turn him down after actually meeting him. Of course, I should have just cut my losses there.
So I got Justin Bradley to agree to come to DC for a couple of drinks rather than make me go out to Maryland aka "his turf" since I wasn't 100% comfortable with the situation. Since it was hot as hell out, I decided to be a lazy POS and take the bus instead of walking. (Yes, I took my chance with the crazies/trannies/smelly ladies on the bus rather than accept his offer to "swoop me up"-- his words not mine). While I was waiting at the bus stop I got a text message:
"Hey, are you in a black dress at the bus stop?"
...STALKER!!!!... (yes, that was me in the dress)
"Are you sure you don't want a ride?"
I'm sure.
I assured him that the bus would be there soon and that I'd just meet him at the restaurant. Once I boarded the stink bus I asked him if he was there yet, he replied, "are you?".
Weird.
Anyways, I trudged on my sad tale and 5 minutes after arriving sat down at a table. I texted him giving him my location, no response. After 4 or 5 minutes I sent him another text, "If I don't hear from you in the next 10 minutes, I'm leaving". I don't have time for this boosht. A few minutes later he texted me, "Nooooooooooo" but that was it. After the 10 minutes I paid for my beer and got out of there.
On my way home I gave him one last phone call. When it went unanswered, I left him a voice message in my sweetest voice (until the very end) letting him know that I was leaving, what he is, and where he can shove it.
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