Day 397 (Year 1, Day 31)
Okay…now let’s hop back into my handy-dandy Way Back Machine and travel back to the week before Christmas.
I was in the midst of Christmas Parade madness. The radio station I am doing freelance work for was participating in every holiday parade in the area. So that meant most of my Saturdays in December were tied up either wearing the damn squirrel costume, or driving a car in some parade. Jason was also visiting for the weekend, so I was fully booked.
This particular Saturday, I had started chatting with a guy named “Geoff.” He lives about 120 miles east of my town, but was originally from the Northeast. The exchanges got very flirtatious very quickly. I ended up texting with him all evening…finally ending in a late night phone call that lasted most of night.
The same thing happened the next day; we texted and flirted most of the day….ending with a very long phone call that Sunday evening.
Monday, again…lots of texting. But, no phone call. This was the night HE got in touch with me to arrange our first rendezvous, so I had to go to bed early. I told Geoff I had to make a quick day trip to visit a sick friend, so I wouldn’t be available that night or to text the following day, but that I would be in touch again Wednesday.
I’ve already blogged about my two hook ups with HIM, so I’ll now fast forward to that Wednesday.
That was the day I was able to start going over the final books and start disbursing the monies from my parent’s estate; I also decided to spend Christmas with my sister and had to get some holiday shopping and new tires for my car before I had to drive 1300 miles in four days.
Geoff didn’t respond to my texts that Wednesday. I thought to myself “fuck him…” and got on with my holiday plans.
I get back from my Christmas trip and have my weird date with Tom.
Still no word from Geoff.
Again, I think no biggie. And I start thinking about what I’m doing for New Years.
The Sunday before New Years Eve, Geoff gets back in touch. He said he had been on vacation, and just wanted to give me time with my family, etc.
I didn’t quite buy it. So, I started waiting for red flags to pop up.
He asked what I was doing for New Year’s. I told him I was planning on a quiet evening at home. That I really didn’t like going out on New Years; too forced, and too dangerous with all the idiots who drink and drive.
Geoff said he had a plan; that he would like our first face to face meeting to be special…because I was special. He wanted us to meet at the casino at the Native American reservation between our towns…ring in 2014… and spend the night at the roulette table.
Well, I wasn’t totally thrilled with this plan. And I told him why:
- The casino isn’t that easy for me to get to. I would be traveling at night on dark roads on New Years Eve.
- I actually have to work an event at 10am on New Year’s Day.
I said I have no problem with gambling per se, but wouldn’t it be better for us to do the casino thing over the weekend…when I don’t have a time constraint?
He gets pissy at this point…saying he wanted to send out 2013 in style. I told him I simply did not think New Years Eve was a good time for a first date…and that a casino was really not an appropriate venue.
He then said, “Okay, how about I drive over to your town, we grab some dinner and do New Year’s there. Then you don’t have to worry about getting to your event on time.” I agree to it, and we decide to meet at an Appleby’s just off the interstate. (Appleby’s…on New Year’s Eve? Yeah, I’m really looking forward to this one.)
New Years Eve arrives, and I put on my typical first date outfit; an eggplant colored, low-cut, cowl neck tunic, skinny jeans, boots, and a black fly away sweater. Since its New Years, I put on some flashy earrings and a big, blingy pin as well.
I get to the Appleby’s, and wait.
Damn…I’ve been stood up.
Just as I am getting up to leave, Geoff walks in. He’s not a bad-looking man; thin, blonde hair, dressed in crisp khakis, highly polished shoes, what appears to be a blue pullover sweater and a Pittsburgh Steelers jacket.
We order dinner and margaritas (and the ‘ritas were waaaaay too sweet for me) and he starts talking about going to the casino over the weekend. He starts talking about what I am supposed to wear, how he wants my hair to be styled, what shoes I am supposed to wear… adding, “Nothing like what you look like right now. You look like you just finished working out. I want you to put some effort into Saturday. You don’t look sexy at all right now.”
I was dumbfounded that he would actually say I looked bad.
Without pausing, he then said he wanted me to put up all the money for HIS gambling.
So, I’m a bank now?
I am pissed off at this point. I excuse myself to go to the ladies and get my temper under control. I don’t want to make a scene at the restaurant, but I’m not going to allow myself to be insulted and used by this asshat.
I get back to the table, smile sweetly at him, and say,
This isn’t going to work out, Geoff. You are rude, shallow and stupid. Do you really think I’m going to let you call me unattractive, let you tell me how I am to dress for you, and that after all that, I am gong to let you gamble away my money? I’m out of here. And I don’t care if you get pulled over by the police in a sobriety checkpoint tonight…so you better hit the road NOW.
At this point, he gets even nastier. He informs me I’m not that sexy…that he can find someone else to put up the money… and it really didn’t matter to him which bitch was standing next to him at the roulette table…as long as she was hot and gave him money.
I get up from the table without another word, and walk out of the restaurant. As soon as I get home (it’s about 11 pm at this point) I grab the bottle of champagne that was chilling in the fridge (just in case we had come back to my place after dinner) and pop the cork. I pour myself a glass of bubbly, turn on one of the New Years countdown shows, and look at myself in the mirror by the front door.
I felt like idiot for falling for that psycho’s line of patter. But, I was pleased that I stood up for myself as well. Looking at my reflection, I raised my glass and said,
You are an amazing, beautiful, kick ass woman, Lizzie. You are capable of attracting an amazing man who loves you for you. Happy New Year…and know that you are spending the New Year with a wonderful person…YOU!
And on that note, Happy New Year to all my Gentle Readers. May you find the happiness you deserve in 2014.