Welcome to the first installment of The Dating Game! This story takes place during my senior year of high school.
Grade 12 was an awful year for me. I had just transferred schools from a place that I loved, to a complete shithole. Somehow I managed to make a few friends and became close with a girl – we’ll call her Em. One day Em decided that she wanted to set me up on a blind date. I was totally against it. I feel like blind dates are kind of forced and uncomfortable., but somehow she ended up talking me into it anyway.
We were scheduled to go bowling. Me, Em, Em’s boyfriend, and….let’s call him Steve. To start, he was late. Being late is something that I absolutely cannot stand, so that was not a great first impression. Finally he showed up and at that point I kind of didn’t care anymore. The way I saw it was, he was already in college, I was about to go to one soon: so was even the point??
It was awkward honestly. Being forced to get to know each other under the watchful eyes of a mutual friend. But, after that day we started talking more and it wasn’t so bad.
Most of the time things were fine between us. But sometimes he would get a little…..obsessed. For example, after we had known each other for 3 weeks he told me he loved me. Y’all know I don’t believe in love at first sight so I kind of just laughed it off. I mean, you couldn’t love someone after 3 weeks. Maybe platonically, but that wasn’t what he meant.
Anyway, second semester senior year meant prom is approaching. I honestly had no intention to go because I didn’t care that much. But then Steve asked if he could take me, so I agreed. We went all out with the dress, shoes, hair and makeup. We even got a limo with Em and two other couples. Here’s where things got interesting.
A little background: Steve graduated from the same high school that I did. He was two years older than I was, so he knew more people there than I did. At one point during the night, I was talking to one of my friends. It just so happened that he was a guy so that really pissed Steve off. While my friend and I were talking he comes and stands next to me. I’m mid sentence, and was about to turn and introduce him, then he stormed off.
Y’all know I’m not one for games and drama, so I rolled my eyes and kept talking. While we were talking, Steve decided that the most mature thing to do in that moment was keep walking past us while pretending to ignore us.
I was over it. I had to work the next day so after prom we didn’t really have time to talk. When we did finally talk, he basically said that the guy that I was talking to was a snake. I asked him how he could have possibly known that without knowing anything about him and he said, “he just knew.”
The thing about me is that I have always had close guy friends, this situation was no different. AND this guy was at the prom with his girlfriend who I sort of knew. She was only a few feet away. Not a threat AT ALL. Literally after that day, we argued everyday for a week straight. Safe to say that I was reaching my limit – I was much more patient back then.
Finally he said, “I think I know why I’ve been acting the way I have.” When I ask him why he responded, “It’s because I’m in love with you.”
Friends, at this point, we had only known each other for 3 months.
Side bar: During all of the arguing, I’d also found out that he had been engaged once….to someone that he only known for 6 months….
I told him that it was not possible. I told him that we hadn’t know each other long enough.
He called me crazy and blocked me. Oh…yeah that conversation happened through text not in person
Because I’ve learned from my friends how to properly stalk someone on social media, I found his Twitter page. Around that time he tweeted, “Fuck the bitch that left this scar.” Spoiler alert y’all…. I’m the bitch!
Although, I didn’t actually do anything to him. If he was mad because I didn’t say I loved him back, well I don’t just say it just to say it. Not sorry.