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A Big Ol’ Ehhhh Moment

If you read my blog you know I have a lot of Ehhhh moments.

I Ehhhh here, I ehhhh there. Hey, they happen and they can’t be ignored!

This morning I had my Real Estate class—probably the longest class EVER. Don’t you hate when that happens? 15 minutes seems like an hour…anyways…

I walk out with a friend chatting about marathons and triathlons (he was talking about triathlons—not me, don’t get scared!) and tells me I am “hardcore” so I am feeling pretty good. Actually, I am feeling pretty hardcore.

My hardcore self and I head to the library. I put my bag and Collegian down and head out to get some coffee–extremely necessary after the Real Estate class.

Side note: Yes, I trust my fellow students. I leave my backpack unattended in the Media Library. I probably shouldn’t, but I do.

Anyways (once again)….

I head out the doors to the Cafe. As I am exiting a kid in a yellow shirt is entering. Exact same time. Exact same door.

Do I know the kid in the yellow shirt?

Oh, I know the kid in the yellow shirt. Let’s call him YS.

I had a brief–very brief– relationship with YS. It consisted of meeting each other through a student group. At that point we were acquaintances. Then we ended up meeting up later on down the road and kind of dated. On the second date (approximately) we watched the “The Departed.” I brought ice cream, I am awesome. After the movie he walked me to my car and I drove him back to his apartment. On the extremely short car ride he manged to squeeze in this question:

“Have you ever dated anyone outside of your race?”

My brain’s reaction: “WHAT THE F-BOMB?!“WHERE DID THIS COME FROM?!”

I reacted quickly because I was so incredibly shocked. There are no words to describe how I felt.

“Yes. But I didn’t think that would come up,” I said.

My brief history: 2002 was the last time I had dated a white guy. Since then I have dated Puerto Rican, Jamaican, and black guys. That’s just how it’s been. I don’t discriminate. YS is white. See, I don’t discriminate.

YS then goes on to ask me weird questions about me dating “them.” And says something along the lines of “OK, well I just don’t want to be compared to them.”

TO THEM?! COMPARED?! RACE WISE?! SAY WHAT?!

We talked for a while. I was still in shock. He got out of the car. I drove home. During the entire drive I was thinking–

Do people really ask this question? Is this normal in starting relationships these days?

Like any girl who needs advice I decided to ask my roommates. Not one of my roommates have ever been asked this question.

Why me?!

I let it go. I thought I was overreacting. We hung out one more time and I realized I couldn’t do it any more. I talked to my parents about it–they agreed it was weird.

I guess I pulled one of those “we aren’t talking anymore” tricks to end the lack of relationship. He called once. He didn’t leave a message. No Message = I don’t call back. I WOULD have called back he had left a message. That’s how I play.

A week later I received an angry text (oh, how I love real conversations via text–not cool) asking me why I haven’t called him. I let him know that I did not receive his voice mail asking me to call him. He then turned all nice and invited me over to hang out at his apartment. Funny change in mood, huh?!

I declined.

And that was the end of our story.

Until today when we passed through the exact same door at the exact same time.

Ehhhhhhhh.

(Don’t worry I am a nice girl. I said “Hi, how are you?” He asked the same in passing. Apparently he is “good.” I am “great, thanks!”)

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