Newly single

When I decided to open myself up to the dating world, I had no idea what I was in store for. I decided to risk it and increase my social network. When the 6’4 viking asked to hang out, I accepted. We already had one thing in common…me! I call him the viking not only because of his large frame but also of the tiny fear that stayed inside my 5’3 body that he may rape or pillage at any time. The fact that I never saw him drink anything but beer should have been a warning but I was convinced that he was a good person. Although when I offered him water in the morning he told me that “water was for poor people.” I was just thrilled to have any man’s attention. I also should have seen the red flag when he picked me up to go on a date and had an empty bottle of beer sitting next to him. A “road pony,” as he called it. I thought he was sweet to offer me one but I declined. His peeing in public was also strange to me but I shrugged it off assuming that he had bladder issues. I thought it was endearing that after our dates he would throw different items n the back of his car like the pint glasses we drank out of or salt and pepper shakers. I received a text message on my phone recently asking me if I would bail him out of jail. A text? Bail money? That is when my attitude changed. I don’t have unlimited text! Asshole!

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