Ingredients: Southern Flavor, All about his sausage, Cheap Cheap Cheap
So this guy wasn’t my first date from P.O.G. (Plenty of Garbage) the others just didn’t last past the first date so they weren’t worth blogging about.
I decided to create a profile on this dating app because a few ladies at work actually had some success and met husbands here so I figured if this is where I can meet a decent guy what do I have to lose? (remember I asked that)
So initially I wasn’t sure if he would be my type but I went and met him and thought he was cute he had some swag to him and there wasn’t this huge difference in age.
It started cool and then I started asking my usual questions trying to pick his brain to see what this was going to lead to. The responses I received let me know that it wasn’t going to lead anywhere.
He was more interested in buying expensive Jeans and Sun Glasses than getting to know a real woman. He didn’t ask to take me out once and I went with him to get food one night for him and his friend and even though I had eaten he never even asked if I wanted a bottle of water.
So I said Omelet Him Go!
I think the biggest problem I had with this person is that I made my expectations clear from the beginning I wasn’t wanting something temporary as I was not getting any younger and this Omelet still told me what I wanted to hear.
It’s sad that today most men can’t look at a woman and not think with their sausage. I wanted to be valued for more than my beauty and sex appeal.
I started to ask myself a lot of questions. What about my brain? Does anyone care about brains anymore? Does anyone wonder why they have kids with women and then leave them as single mothers? Why relationships don’t last? Why people give up when things get hard? Why doesn’t anyone want to put in the effort to be life long partners?
After all that questioning I realized I was worth so much more and I never looked back.
Y.O.L.K.
You Only Live Knowingly
Omelethimgo 