Several weeks ago I met a guy at the pool hall.  There were six of us, three girls and three guys.  We had a great game of pool and as time went on, one of the guys began to show interest in me.  He is tall, lean, good looking, definitely my type.  The other two guys were good looking too, but one had a kid, and I don’t usually date guys with baggage.  The other one was off limits cuz he was interested in my friend.  So Mr. Wonderful, lets call him Pavel, was great.  I was interested in him physically for sure.  It was time to figure out what he’s like inside.  Unfortunately the Daddy and Mr. Wonderful had to leave early and soon after they left, we left too.  As we were paying for the bill we realized that those two left us to pay for the bill that they should have chipped in to cover as well.  That should have tipped me off that he’s a looser.   We never did exchange numbers and that was the end of it, or so I thought.

My friend Jen decided to throw another get together and invited Pavel because she found out from Daddy that Pavel had a crush on me.  I, of course was soo thrilled by this, I mean I never had a guy crush on me before.  I was looking forward to seeing him again now more so then before.  The party was held at a place I absolutely don’t like, but I had no say in the matter.  When I saw him I was all girly and giggly.  We danced, we grinded, we “talked” or was it shouted at each other stupid pleasantries.  At the end of the night the guys walked Jen and me to my car and that’s when we exchanged numbers.  I was excited, finally I met a guy who seems cool and doesn’t go to my gym.  Yes!

Our date one was walking around since I don’t like to have dinner dates in the beginning.  It was fun, he kept telling all these beautiful things, to fluff up my head, he even said he has no problem taking it slow.  Which was cool, cuz I don’t take things fast anyway.  We then ended up at the pool hall the same one we originally met.  As we are chilling there and talking about our past, my ex walks in.  Talk about very awkward.  Pavel was cool about it though.  He was definitely a chilled out person, very laid back.  I liked that a lot.  As we were walking out of the place he kissed me.  That was our first kiss and it wasn’t romantic at all.  I’m all about first kisses and he seemed as the type who could make the first one really awesome.  I was wrong, and to boot, he SUCKED at kissing, propeller tongue is never fun to kiss.  Fast forward to last date with him, here is what’s wrong with this weird idiot:

He just wanted to have sex with me but did not say so, instead he masquerade as a prince.  Wtf For?

He would tell me he wants to go into a bar for a drink; he would then use the facilities and leave telling me he wasn’t feeling the place – very lame and very cheap, and really weired

He would make out (French kiss) with me then spit, so rude and disgusting!!!!!  He didn’t like to make out in public unless it was for his convenience.

He carried a knife and had ex jailbirds living in his house.  He had no problem with lying to me.  As he first told me he wasn’t messing around with anyone, then tells me that has been messing around with a girl until we started dating… not cool, liars are gross!

When I broke it off with him over a text message, he thought I had to give him the respect of breaking up with him face to face, WTF for?  (And to be very frank I was and am scare for my life to see him again.  He is kind of creepy and I don’t want to end up on the nightly news.)  I know this creep for less then two weeks and he expects me to meet him and give him an explanation as to why I don’t want to see his ass.  He should be happy I granted him an explanation.

To all the ladies who are searching for Mr. Wonderful trust your gut, your instincts or what ever you want to call it, and if it smells like an asshole it probably is.

Good Luck and Cheers!