So...my last relationship ended on my birthday. After 2 yrs and 1 month. I'm very hard to please as far as people striking my fancy and me finding them entertaining. I figured my Ex was out screwing everything that walked so I felt like I HAD to go on a date. So, I finally decided that I would go to dinner with a regular customer from the bar I part-time work at.
We go to dinner. He talked. A LOT. Seriously, A LOT. I ate sushi. He kept talking...the end.
Fast forward 2 weeks: Yesterday I was having lunch with my mother, the phone rings, some random number so I didn't pick up. When my mom went to the bathroom, I checked my voicemail.
"Hi...It's Derrick. Just calling to say hi...::pause::.....um...I just had to call to tell you that I'm married...I felt like it's a slimy thing to not tell you...feel free to tell all the girls I flirt with at the bar I'm married...you know, Mary....:pause: well, she doesn't give me the time of day...and Jenn...even though she has a boyfriend...he's cool...I flirt with her anyway..." etc....
First date after 2 and a half years....and he's married. I had no intentions with him...I just wanted to go out with someone. ANY one. Nice.
Welcome to single life.
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