I recently met a guy a couple of years older than me and he asked for my number. I gave it to him and figured we would talk when he got ready. He called and I was at work, the first issue for me, and I didn't answer the phone. I checked the message later that day and decided I would call him on my drive home. We spoke briefly because he was busy. No problem for me, but he seemed annoyed that I called him back later rather than sooner....Dude, I was at work, i'on have time to talk to you at work...issue number two. Oh, by the way, I sent a text after I heard his message and explained I was in a meeting earlier, but I would call at my first opportunity.
Well, we finally talked a couple of days later and it was the most bizarre conversation I have ever had...
He asked me if I was crazy because he had recently allowed someone crazy in his life. Now, y'all know me and I seriously thought 'What in all the eff is this dude talking about?' Cause if he allowed crazy in his life then...he is crazy. Y'all also know that I will drop a dude in a minute...whether I'm married, dating you, just getting to know you or simply fu...never mind, you know what I mean. Instead I decided to humor him.
This is his story...He was on a date with a woman at Pappadeuxs (he said that as if that would impress me) and after the date was over they were sitting in his car talking. (She met him at the restaurant) That seemed normal enough to me, but this is where I started to lose him. She was in his car and asked if she could take a nap because she was sleepy. Again, for me, this was a 'what in all the hell?' He said, "Yes." So, she took a nap. He finally woke her up and she said she was really tired and could she just go to his house since he lived close by. He agreed because he is a 'gentleman' -insert my best side eye. To make a long story short, the next morning he couldn't get her out of his house. He made up some story that he doesn't allow people in his home when he's not there, obviously she was really sleepy and needed some extra sleep, but I digress, they finally agreed she would leave. Well, as he is pulling out his driveway, he sees her car...waiting. He pretends to leave, but ends up watching her, watching his house. She finally leaves 45 minutes later, but this dude is posted up in his own damn neighborhood scared to go home or leave. Now, I'm thinking who lets someone come to their house that they don't know? I don't care if she was offering free platinum cooch. I am on the phone thinking, his ass will never speak to me again. However, my main thought was -- who the eff tells this story to a woman he just met, he's interested in dating and why? Oh, because HE IS CAT POOP CRAZY!!!
Let me tell y'all something, 34 or 35 ain't never told me anything that crazy and that is why I gave 35 a call and asked him if he was busy this weekend.
Smooches and Love Y'all!
