My friend Lee was visiting from Boston last minute so I
always want to plan the best time possible whenever a friend visits. Luckily,
there was a local party going on that Saturday. The social light of our
neighborhood, Dancing Tony, had planned a big bash at his place which involved
three rooms of DJs. I’ve always heard how great his parties always are but
never experienced them until now. His apt was a pretty large size for city
living which included three large rooms with DJs, lockers in a corner of the
room w/available keys for guests to lock up their belongings, a room with a bar
set up and an eat in kitchen w/the bathroom to the side. The place was pretty
crowded when we got there and they all seemed to be having a pretty good time
drinking, dancing and laughing. Lee was in the market for some herb and I felt
bad that I didn’t have any for him. At the moment of him asking, I smelled it
in the air and followed the sent to the adjacent room. I saw a few guys sitting
on the couch passing a joint around and asked them if they had any to
spare. Lucky for us they did and we
joined in the fun. It was going to be a good night.
As the night progressed, the music got even better and
everyone was dancing. I began to look around the room and noticed an attractive
guy with beautiful bluish green eyes. He was dancing behind me and we bumped
into each other a couple times since I can be clumsy, especially when I spot
someone attractive. He commented playfully about how I need to watch myself. We
slowly began to lean in towards each other and eventually started dancing
together. He kept trying to kiss me but I really didn’t want to make it that
easy and plus, I do not enjoy making out in front of friends since I am a
classy broad. After hours went by, Lee and our other friends were calling it a
night so Lee went back to my apt with my roommate and I decided to stay for a
bit longer. As soon as they left, I looked into his eyes and let him kiss me. His
name was Randy and we had a really good time that night.
I gave Randy my number and he called me the next day to walk
around the neighborhood and grab a bite to eat. It was Sunday in the late
afternoon and I had just finished cleaning. At this point in my life, I was at
the “I don’t give a shit” phase of dating. I had gone out on several, got all
dolled up, and it always went to shit. When Randy had called me, I had my hair
up in a ponytail and barrettes, had torn jeans on, a sweater and sneakers. I
was not planning on changing. I met up with him outside of my apt and we walked
over to a café. We talked about our neighborhood mostly and how strange it was
that we never ran into each other considering how long we both lived in Jersey
City and only blocks away. It also seemed like we enjoyed the same places to
eat and even went to the same local bars, but never noticed each other until
the previous night at the party. After the café, we walked around the
neighborhood for a while until we ended up at a nearby park where we sat and
talked some more. He commented on how he thought my barrettes were cute. I
began to laugh and mentioned how I had my lazy Sunday outfit on. He then
laughed as well with a sarcastic remark on how it really did look like I was
trying to make a good impression, especially with my awesome kicks. In a
serious tone I said “you never know when you have to run from a date.” Lucky for me, he laughed.
On our next date, we went out to dinner to this local
artisan pizzeria. While we were talking and waiting for our meal, I noticed his
comments of being Jewish. I’ve never been one to care about religion at all.
Being in a church actually makes me feel uncomfortable and out of place since I
don’t really know the rules. However, religion has always been intriguing to me
the way monkeys are to scientists. Honestly though, I always thought it was
strange when people would weed out mates because of their religion. It was a
strange feeling when I began to be bothered by his comments of Christmas and
how it meant nothing to him. I never realized how important that time of the
year was to me and I needed to be with others that enjoyed it as much as I did.
I wasn’t about to weed him out though even if my apt looked like it through up
Christmas. Fortunately he was very open to doing Christmas related things with
me. One night we went to see an old Christmas movie with me at the Historic
Movie Theater of Loews. The entire place was filled with Christmas decorations,
Christmas music and before the movie started, they showed old animated Christmas
shorts. It was amazing! He seemed to
enjoy it and it was a lovely night.
We went on a few dates and there were things that started to
really irk me about him. One night, I invited him over for dinner. As we were
having dinner, my dog had his paws on his lap begging for food. He flipped the
fuck out on my dog! I jumped back when I heard him scold my dog by saying “NO,
GET DOWN NOW!!” as he pushed him down. It was a bit out of line considering my
dog isn’t all that big and you barely have to whisper a no sometimes to get him
to stop bothering you. Another night, he put his oddly small, dirty finger in
my mouth while were at the movies. After he did that I basically threatened his
life if he were to try that again. The last straw was when I invited him to my
Christmas party. Towards the end of the party, he broke one of my pinned
butterfly displays that I made by stretching out his stupid arm and causing it
to fall to the ground. Not even a sorry came out of his mouth after he did
that. He grabbed it out of my hand and thought he could fix it. I was debating
in my mind to just grab him by the arm and tell him it was time for him to go. After that night, I never talked to him
again.
I don’t care if I seem picky, but I don’t think
I ask for much. All I would like is for
a guy to have a job, be polite, patient and nice to my god damn dog! Oh and
most importantly, atheist.
