Okay, so I know I have done a few POF Conversations, but I haven’t really told any stories of failed dates. So let’s start with Drew. I met him sometime in 2015.
Drew was one of those guys that didn’t look like his profile picture…not a catfish, he was who he said he was but somehow he looks much different on camera.
He came over and brought Chipotle. Which was very sweet; I love Chipotle (as long as there is no cilantro. Tastes like soap. Never understood why anyone would want to eat soap, but whatever.)
We had a fun time, he was a major nerd. Honestly I’m a nerd too, but he took nerd to a whole other level. (Magic the Gathering, and Pokemon Go. Like, really hardcore into them both.) Super sweet though. In my head I decided we should be friends, if anything. I used to bad with confrontation (I’m getting better at it now.) So, I wasn’t able to tell him that I didn’t like him in that way.
Drew wasn’t attractive in my opinion. I know everything isn’t about looks and I wish I could be one of those people could see past looks when it comes to dating, but I can’t. I tried really hard…but it didn’t work.
One morning a few days after we met, he texted me and asked if he could come over and bring some lunch (which I loved, because if I hang out with someone it’s always been because I was the one who initiated it.) It was nice to actually be the one getting asked for once. Another good thing about Drew is that he always showed up, he never bailed on plans; which has also been very rare in my life.
He brought over high-end Mexican food and we watched Deadpool, since he was surprised that I had never seen it. Great movie, but it was awkward since he was interested in me and I didn’t feel the same way. He kept trying to cuddle and whatnot.
I was throwing out all kinds of signs that he was not picking up on.
Eventually I decided to give him a chance, because being around him was better than being alone…as awful as that probably sounds.
One day he introduced me to the greatness that is Game of Thrones. That pretty much became the backbone of our “relationship.”
I needed a new bottle of body wash and we needed something to make for dinner so we went to Target to get some stuff. Honestly, that was a really nice moment too; I had never really gone anywhere with a guy friend, up until that point I had only ever been somewhere with caregivers or my family. It was nice to feel normal, if you understand what I mean.
I’ve missed out on so many small moments like that in my life, being in a wheelchair most people don’t bother taking me to do things that other people probably consider basic everyday task…a quick Wal-Mart trip or going into a gas station. (I have only been inside a gas station twice in my entire 30 years of life.) I kind of understand that, people don’t want to get my chair out of the car and wait for me to transfer to my chair, when they can just jump out and run into the store or wherever really fast, but I’m tired of missing out on stuff…even the really small stuff.
On the way to my apartment Drew said he needed to stop somewhere before we went back to my place, which was fine…until I realized where we were going. To chase Pokemon. (He was 33 years old at the time; like I said major nerd!) It was hard to let this go. I prayed that he would go away somehow in a way that didn’t involve any confrontation on my part.
Later that night he started getting on my nerves, he picked his nose…which is bad enough in itself. (Why not go get a tissue or toilet paper, that’s just gross. According to your age you are a grown man.) He then wiped his findings on my bed sheets. (Nasty! Get out!) He thought I was asleep. I wasn’t. He was on Tinder looking for someone else…while in my bed; with me. Jerk. After he realized I was awake, he clicked out of that app so fast.
My prayer was answered right there. Get out of my apartment Drew.
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