Text Wars - Francesca

Wow...technology has allowed for a whole new level of crazy. I met Tomas online, and he seemed cute. He was my age, kinda funny, and, well, I don't have a lot of criteria for a first date. I am trying to write about the worst dating experiences possible, but Tomas...he brought the game to a whole new level. We had exchanged emails for a couple days, and started talking on the phone. He seemed nice enough, so we set up a meeting. (I've found myself at Brew City many times in the last week...each time on a different date. I really hope the bar staff doesn't give me away) The day of the date, he begins to text me at work. This is fine, as I'm bored. I mean, I write this while there....so, it was something to keep me entertained. It was fun...for about 5 minutes. He sent me 25 text messages in an hour. To his credit, I replied about 3 times. It may have been seen as encouragement. I should have seen the warning flags of crazy, but I am a glutton for punishment. I want to see how bad these dates can get. By the time I'm leaving to meet him, he's texted me almost 100 times. Persistence is one thing, showing interest is another, but this one smelled a little too crazy. But, public place, free beer....like I was going to stay home. I get to the bar, and he doesn't look crazy...he's actually kind of cute. I am a sucker for a clean-shaven guy with dark eyes. We start to hit it off, and I suggest that he may be too addicted to texting. He laughs it off saying he's just bored at work and wanted to know me better. Playing to the ego is key...and it works. We decide to grab some dinner at a Thai place he loves, and that goes pretty well...good food, conversation continues, and he's a good tipper. At this point, I'm at a loss...I'm having a good time, but I don't really want to keep drinking. He suggests that we watch a movie...sounds good. But not at his house, he doesn't have a place to watch a movie, since he lives with his aunt, so can we watch at my place? I agree, but he wants to pick the movie up first...and grabs a stand up special. I love comedy, so this seems fine. He then drops me off at my car, which has been blocked in by the genius of the parking attendant, who has also forgotten to get the keys to move it...I have to wait about 10 minutes to get out. In the meantime, Crazy McGee has started driving in the direction of my house. He has no idea where he needs to go, but couldn't wait until I was able to lead. He calls me, lost, about 5 minutes after I get going, and refuses to wait for me to catch up. My frustration level has been reached, but I kinda want to watch the special. I eventually meet up with him and we go into my house, only to discover this is the WORST comedy special of all time. I mean, I know swearing happens...it can be used to point out a punchline or make a point. I swear, comedians swear, whatever. But when every sentence swears at least once, it ceases to be funny. To make the night less funny, in the middle of the special, Tomas turns to me and asks me what we're going to do. I'm not sure exactly what he means...I mean, I think I know...but...he can't, right? Wrong. I'm informed that if I am going to invite a guy back to my house (he invited himself) on the first date, I should really expect to put out, because that's what the guy will expect. I make it very clear that I have no intention of even looking at him anymore, much less touching him or doing anything...and he storms out of the house. Phew...got rid of him. Or not. Five minutes later, I get a text....When are we hanging out again? I ignore it. I turn on my computer later on...he's emailed me. And then my IM pops up...he's messaging me. I tell him in all three mediums that I am not interested and that I wish him luck...not to be outdone, he texts me....173 times over the next 2 days. There are some levels of crazy I just don't want to deal with.