SynSational Speaks.....

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

I don't like timid men...I DO NOT like timid men.

Before I begin, let me say Happy Birthday!!!! to my oldest son...he's 12 today....dang, I feel old. Not that he's reading this or anything, but still, gotta give a shout out to my first born.

Anyway, Rob has been waiting on me to post about my weekend date with this one guy. Remember the 34 year old, tall dude from the post about my friends party. And I thought he was more my type than the other guy? Well, I was wrong, wrong, wrong....he's too damn timid acting for me. Let me tell you about the night we met up to watch movies. Yeah, movies...did I mention, he's boring....well, he is.

We had talked all week on the phone, cool conversation for the most part. So I had no problem hooking up with him. He told me he was a home body, etc, etc...whatever. So anyway, I told him that I would stop thru Saturday night about 8 or 9'ish depending on when I finished my errands and dropped my boys off. He was like ok, cool. It was about 7:15 or so, so I called him because I knew I was running a little late. Trying to be courtesy, ya know? Side note: I have a cousin I'm close with and she's been very sick lately, so she can't drive or anything, so it was my turn to help her out, run errands for her daughters, and I was at Wendy's letting them get something to eat, and had to do some other stuff....ok, so I called him, didn't get him, so I called him back at 7:45. When he answered he said, where are you? I thought I was tripping, and thought he said, how are you? So I asked him, what did you say? He repeated it, and I said, running errands...played him off...but I was thinking, you aren't my man, and I'm not due over there yet, so don't be ?'ing me...are you crazy? Strike one.

Anyway, I basically gave him a run down letting him know it may be later than I expected because I was helping fam out...but, (pay attention to what I'm about to say, ok) I will be stopping by there. I'm not backing out. Does he not do a little sigh like, here we go, like I was trying to make up a lie or something? Yeah, that pissed me off. I was being courteous calling yo azz and you trying to act like a beyotch about it? I'm helping FAMILY...blood is thicker than water, sweetie...so uh, you acting shady? Yeah, ok....strike two for the night. So then does he not ask me....so are you not coming at all or you are coming later. WTH? Did you all not read I said I WAS coming through, it just might be a little later. It wasn't even 8 yet, people. Not even 8. I repeated what I had already said and got off the phone. Told him I would call him after I got to my cousin's house to make sure she didn't need anything else from me. He was like, ok.

So I called him at about 8:15, 8:20 or so, and tell him that my plans were to go home and change and then head over there. I had on a Chiefs sweatshirt, jeans, tennis shoes. I was going to get out of my tomboy mode, get girly. Ya know...did he not say, GO HOME AND CHANGE? Like that would prolong it about 10 hours? It would've made me get over there at about 9, 9:15. No later...so from his tone...I quickly changed my mind and thought, you know what, eff him....tomboy it is. Strike 3 for him. Why I was even still going, I don't know. Maybe because I keep my word on things, but I should've took my butt home....he was basically striked out and I already knew I wouldn't be calling him anymore. So I tell him, give me directions to your house, cause I'm on my way now. He is like, call me when you are on 63rd St., so I can tell you more from there. I've been here all my life....he lives off of one of our main streets...I know my way around KC, mf'er. I said, uh, yeah, ok. Got off the phone....why did I call him back in 5 minutes, yeah, 5 minutes, and said where do you live at? So he gives me directions...I say oh, you live in ____ subdivision? He's like, yeah. I'm thinking, idiot....so I arrive at his house in 4 minutes....and I call him let him know I'm outside...he acting all surprised, I found it. Whatever....easy to find, so I'm thinking, he must think I'm a dumb chick or something...pissing me off even more.

So, I go in, sit down, he sits down after me on the opposite end of the sectional. Fine with me. He tries to start up chit chat or whatever, but he's boring me. He keeps asking me stupid stuff, so I give him short answers. He's like you seem tense, I'm like, nah, I'm cool, just tired. He's like you could've went home, came another time. In my head, I'm screaming, I wanted to get this shyt over with TONIGHT, but I said, nah, I'm cool, I keep my word, wouldn't back out at the last minute. So he keeps saying the same thing...I said, look, I'm cool, ok? I wonder if my eyes were as red as I was feeling? Hmmm...anyway, he then starts to analyze me, I guess. He starts saying stuff about my personality. He tells me that he thinks I'm controlling. Uh, what? Then he says, I like to dominate conversation....and I'm very opinionated. I'm sitting there looking at this punk, like, excuse me? So THEN he says I need to learn how to sugar coat things. I said sugar coat, meaning lie? He said, no sugar coat. I said, I'm forward, I don't sugar coat, might break it to you lightly, but I don't sugar coat anything. I'm forward, that's that. So, I start up on the controlling thing he mentioned...yeah, I started up. I said, I'm controlling how? Because I'm far from controlling....so uh, where you get that from? So he's stammering and saying maybe he read me wrong...yeah, maybe you did, but tell me why you say that. I mean, there's a reason. So he doesn't say, then later on when I called him on it again (hell, I needed to know where he got that from) says he was just playing....mf'er please. So then I'm like, opinionated, huh? I said, yep, I have opinions and I don't just agree with people just because, to satisfy that person, so yeah, I guess I am, but anyone with a backbone has opinions. **crickets** I said, and I like to dominate conversation? Uh, what? I've never dominated a conversation with anyone (maybe my kids...LOL), but that's not me at all. I'm so laid back, feisty, but laid back....but I will voice my opinions. So I told him, you read me wrong...and he's still stammering and crap. I tune him out. F'er. You don't know me, punk. LOL

So then he is like, well I didn't know you were coming right over and I didn't get to take a shower. I thought you were going home first. What??? I told you I was coming right over on the phone....so, come again? So, I'm like, ok, whatever, go ahead....more time WITHOUT you, the better. So he gets up to take a shower and he comes back shortly and sits back on the other end....then does he not say, why are you sitting all the way over there? Ok...I sat down before you when I got here, haven't moved, and you waltzed your azz over there and sat at the end again...so tell me again, why I should move? So, I just laugh. Then he says the view of the TV is better over here. Y'all, I am so tired of him, and I'm thinking, you are an idiot, and it took all my might not to scream, you are sooo stupid, you know that. Man, I wanted to just fight him right then and there....sorry, but neighborhood SynSational wanted to beat him down...for real. I hate timid men. Hate it. So, I sigh really heavy, and I move over next to him to save him from my smart mouth, cause when I throw blows, I throw BLOWWWSSS, for real....when I move, does he not say, see, the view is better over. It's a damn sectional, TV smack dab in the middle...so I said, it's the same view and if you wanted me to sit by you, just ask, dang. He laughed it off, but I know he was thinking, dang. I didn't laugh at all...didn't crack a smile. So what...closed mouths don't get fed, especially with me. Timid ass. Acting like he's 15, not 34. Acting all scary. I couldn't get out of there quick enough.

I sit there for a little bit longer. While he was taking his 'shower', he missed some parts of 48 hours Mystery that was on (yeah, that's what we were watching) so he comes back asking all kinds of ?'s and crap. I wanted to say, if you would've stayed down here, maybe, just maybe you would know, but I told him, I'm not really paying too much attention to it, but I answered what I could. Did his ?'s about it not keep coming.....I'm beyond p'd at this time....I look at him and say, I really don't know, didn't see that part. He looks at me like, huh? I just rolled my eyes. **crickets** I'm praying my phone rings 'We are Family' cause that means it's someone in my family calling and I have to go....no calls....not even from my damn best friend who always calls me when I'm with new people. Guess she was too busy getting her damn back blown to detect our ESP...hell. I even called my cousin and told her to call me later at a certain time...did her butt call....nope. Not even a damn text message came through...I'm the text message queen...I text people all day, vice versa...nada, nothing. So, about 30 minutes goes by....silent as hell, mummies watching the TV...I'm thinking, I've got to bounce, I'm about to be out....then I get a text message...from a punk I don't want to talk to, who's married and still trying to get at me....man, I wanted to cry. I wasn't even going to answer him cause then he would be texting all night. I don't do married men....so then ol dude says, I guess I'm about to go to bed. I was like, yeah, ok, that's cool. I gather my stuff, and he's looking all surprised.

I'm looking like, what? He's like, I really don't want you to go, but I was trying to give you an out because you seemed bored. **crickets** I didn't say a damn thing. Kept my mouth shut to avoid hurting his feelings....I'm trying to not be so blunt all the time. LOL....so then he keeps saying it, and I say, nah, it's cool, I'm tired anyway. So he's standing there looking silly and I'm inching towards the door....then he's acting like he wants a hug or whatever, but I don't say anything. I'm trying to get to my car and bounce. If you want a hug, you ask...I don't read minds and since I'm not feeling you, I will not initiate anything. So finally he says something about a hug but not knowing how I would react. I told him, if you want one, ask. So he asks, I give him one, and he says the same thing about not wanting me to go...I was like, nah, I'm good...I'll call you tomorrow....yeah, needless to say, didn't call him Sunday or Monday, and don't have plans to call him any other time......I don't like timid men....man....and there was my Saturday night.

Holla atcha girl...

Posted by SynSational :: 9:29 AM :: 10 comments