At 11:45, he is at my apartment and appears to have thick, dark framed glasses. I have to admit that I am a sucker for boys with glasses. Whenever the girls and I get together to go dancing, I'm always eyeing the one with glasses. Although recently I have come to realize that there are geeks and nerds with thick framed glasses and there are those who are pretending to fake the nerdiness, in hopes of meeting girls like me. He appeared to be one of those.
I jump in the car and there are two other people in the car, a guy friend of his from Duke University and lady friend of theirs who they met from work. The lady friend asks, "Is this where you live?" and I say yes. The guys poke fun at her, saying why would you ask that question, and she says "Well, she could of come from another guy's apartment from a one-night stand." Shocked, I say "I'm much more classier than that." The car roars with laughter and continues to dart jokes at her.
The date continues with her snarky humor and me poking back at her and before I know it, she wants to call me her best friend. The Persian who is driving, is getting a kick out of this and keeps eyeing me from the rear view mirror. We make it to our first winery, a place that the lady friend recommended and has "connections". We walked in and she manages to negotiate some discounted tasting tickets and a tour of the cellar but not because of her "connections". As the Persian and I trail behind the tour, him and I share a first kiss in the cave. Both of us feel a buzz feeling and I don't think it was the wine. We eventually catch up with the tour and decided to head back to the city for dinner and for the Persian to grab his keys to his new apartment in the Russian Hill District of San Francisco.
We decide to go to this wonderful sushi place with the two friends and after we were finished, the guys were becoming tired of their lady friend who was becoming slightly jealous of the boys and their easy spending on dinner and wine tasting. We drop her off in the Mission but she refuses to show them where she lives, so I imagine we dropped her off a couple of blocks from her home.
Then we continued our night with dancing in the city at this place in SoHo district. For the most part, the Persian and I had very good chemistry. We decide to meet up the next day at his place for dinner and his brothers come over with their girlfriends. Overall, it was a great couple of dates, despite the corky lady friend.
The following weekend, we went to this fun event called Brazil at the Madrone Hotel. I wore my little red dress with my funky retro heels. We make our way over to the place with another friend of his and we were also meeting a couple there, later on. The boys decide to order bottle service which I'm not a fan of but at this point, I am not about to argue with them. Their choice, not mine. We start to drink and the couple stops by. The Persian and I start dancing but I do notice that his friend is getting annoyed that he is alone. The Persian tries to perk up his friend by walking around the club to find other potential girls. The Persian had been drinking too much and I begin to wonder that he is getting too flirty with the other girls at the club. I look over from across the room to see his arm is around one girl at one point and then he was dancing with another later on. When he comes back and I explain I don't feel comfortable with his flirtation with other girls, he argues that he is being a good wingman to his other buddy who was solo that night. I explain that his buddy can take care of himself. He gets testy with me, claiming I'm a jealous type. I don't consider myself a jealous type but given the dynamics of being on my own with him and his friends, I was feeling uncomfortable watching the guy I'm dating flaunt himself all over the club with other girls. As we are heading over to the bar for water, we run into my friend Bennett in passing. The Persian gets extremely heated and jealous. He keeps bringing up Bennett throughout the night as an excuse for his flirtation with other girls. I become extremely annoyed and walk away at certain times so I don't smack him.
The next day over the phone, he tries to blame me for the entire night. I will admit to feeling sensitive but I don't think I was wrong in feeling the way I did. A man should know not to leave his lady like that especially on the first couple of weeks of dating. If you're interested in a girl, you make it clear with your actions. His actions demonstrated a lack of awareness and attentiveness to the woman he was supposed to be with. His buddy was the excuse to flirt with other girls, which is just an excuse. The next week the Persian would call to make plans but explain just how "busy" he was. I continued to ignore him because I was frustrated. Finally after dinner one night, he admits to dating different girls after the Brazil event. I break it off because I was already feeling like this wasn't right, that the dating wasn't going anywhere.
We continued to try and see if this could work even after the break up, but there were other things that got in the way of us working. The Persian didn't own a car (the car for the wine tasting was his brothers) and refused to take public transportation to my apartment. I always had to drive over there for anything if I wanted to see him. He didn't have a job and had plenty of free time on his hands, which concerned me that he was spending money so freely. He was living off the packaged deal that his last job offered him before firing him. He had no interest to start working. He did not get along with any of his ex-girlfriends which I found to be strange. I have some ex-boyfriends that I consider to be good friends. He never appeared to be interested in my personal hobbies or qualities. It just felt off. It ended when I realized when there was no point in trying. The minute I stopped calling him, he never called me. I knew at that point that I was just not that into him.
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