Don’t you hate it when you meet someone online and everything seems great until you meet in person and there’s no connection. Online, this guy was amazing. He possessed almost every quality I was looking for in a partner, even ready to settle down which is rare in Atlanta. I definitely thought we would have a connection in person, but boy was I wrong. In person, there was nothing there. I even caught him looking at the hostess a couple of times while we were on our date. The date was so awkward that I literally told our waiter to pack up my dinner and bring the check. There was no need to pretend like we were having a good time, but he insisted that we continue this dumb date. So being the nice girl that I am, I accepted his invitation to a strip club. Yes, he took me to a strip club on our first date. I usually don’t mind strip clubs, but I’m usually pretty inebriated by then, and right now in my life I’m practicing no drinking which means I’m sober. So now I’m in the strip club still ordering Shirley Temples. Apparently he frequents this particular strip club a lot, has stripper friends, and goes by an alias name there.
Now he decides to get a dance from his stripper friend in front of me. I usually don’t mind dances, but it looks a lot different sober. It was weird seeing his stripper friend completely naked dry humping him next to me. I couldn’t help but to think that he wouldn’t take his future wife to a strip club on the first date. Needless to say, it was slowly getting time to go. We said our goodbyes and I deleted his number on the way home. NEXT!