Xerxes
Well-Known Member
I've been reading that "Visited SC/Online Romance" thread probably a bit too much. lol So during a slow evening last week, I signed up for blackpeoplemeet.com just to see what it was like. Literally, within one minute of finishing my profile, my mailbox received eager messages and flirts. I was inundated by brothers and even white guys giving me their approval. It's the biggest pick-me-up and I thoroughly enjoyed the attention, but before I could even finish reading my first new message from some man claiming to be a single doctor, a chat window began to buzz on my screen.
At first, I was just a deer caught in headlights unsure if I wanted to chat or not, but feeling particularly intrigued, I answered. We went through the motions of a very brief conversation, swapping names and location info. He said he was in the same city and asked if we could progress to exchanging phone numbers. Because he kept me laughing for the few minutes we chatted online, I agreed and gave him my number. He called me immediately and we talked for another wonderful hour longer. I appreciate a nice, deep masculine voice and he lacked that, he had more of a scratchy comedian's voice which complemented his repertoire of jokes he spat out at record pace.
So he caught me by surprise and I wanted more of him, so we agreed to keep in contact and for the next couple of days he texted me and called me several times per day. I was shocked at his persistence, especially because he said he was a very busy real estate investor/contractor. I knew to wait for evidence and paid little attention to his online profile because he claimed to earn "$200-300K" per year, so I was just hoping to be entertained and was doubtful of everything he stated. However, I wasn't scared of him because he seemed to be emotionally genuine. During one of our marathon 3 hour-long phone convos, he let me overhear him put his son to bed as well as listen as he managed work at one of his home sites.
It didn't take but 3 long phone calls over the course of 3 days to get me to agree to a date. I just wanted to see him in person. So last Saturday night was the night we chose to finally meet. I was uncharacteristically late in getting ready because I had to work late that day, but he nearly worked my last nerve when he showed up an hour late for the date in a company pick up truck with a huge air conditioning unit piled on top. I was just fit to be tied after I directed him to the parking garage for my complex and came out to meet him.
I saw the offending parked truck before I saw him nearly 50 feet away with his back turned to me. I quickly surmised it was his vehicle when I saw "We buy/sell houses cheap" emblazoned across the side of the truck and decided I would not get my designer dress-clad body in that raggedy machine. I could almost smell the sweat from the construction workers emanating from it and I called out to my date so he would turn around as I approached him. He took his time and walked up to me only when I stopped 10 feet away from him. In all of his online photos he was donning shades and a bluetooth, so I begged him to leave them at home and I was pleased to see that he had. He was cute, just not as tall as the 5'10 he claimed, or so it felt in my 3inch heels. Regardless, I decided right then and there, that he was cute enough to be the first guy that it would be difficult to remain celibate with.
I said "hi", so did he and he asked me what I thought about him. I said "you're cute enough for me to drive around" and directed him to my car. We both climbed in and proceeded to have a wonderful date with the expected unexpected mishaps: 1-- He asked me to stop at an atm right after telling me how much he earns each year and how many accounts he has in so many banks; 2-- He made fun of fellow diners at the restaurant we dined in loud enough for them to overhear; 3-- He made plans for a Valentine's night hotel stay and/ or pretended to order concert tickets on his cellphone; 4-- under his directions, he had me drive us to a parking garage, where we talked in the car for 1.5 hours instead of going to a normal safer place like Starbuck's and 5-- He curses just as much as Samuel Jackson.
When he kept trying to get me to promise to do a weekend trip with him, he finally picked up on my hesitation. He's not a dummy and quickly asked me if I was inexperienced. I was driving at the time and was so ready to just kick him out of my car, but I waited a second and told him that I was indeed a virgin at 28, then he proceeded to laugh at me to no end. Then I started laughing, got embarassed and asked him to shut up. He just kept on and said that we could slow it down and that we could just hold each other when we spend the night together because he said he could see us ending up married and having children. He told me all of the things girls hear in highschool to prime them for giving it up and I just nodded instead of saying "n---- please". Truthfully, I'm older now and am very heterosexual; I need to get married asap and end this lusting phase. Being a virgin is cute when you're 18, but as you near 30, it's like a big "loser" sign tacked to your head and behind.
Throughout the night, my date would gaze deeply into my eyes, then my cleavage and rub his knees against my leg under the table. If I hadn't been saved, I could have raped him in my car, no lie. But because of Jesus, I silently repented and acted like I didn't notice a thing. So after getting me to agree to his Valentine's day plans ( I was lying, but hate to hear "baby, please"), we ended the date with a kiss and an embrace. There was no tongue involved, but he held himself up against me and my body responded instantaneously. When he pulled away from me and told me to call him when I got back into my apartment safely, I couldn't stop smelling his scent-- a mixture of cologne and his unique smell.
I gave him a quick call, thanked him and tried to shower his scent off of me. I couldn't nor could I sleep. The next day he was just as talkative as before and we chatted before and after church. I told my friends and family my good news and my family went ape crap. Internet love is a no-no and they reminded me about the hordes of unsolved murders of single women who were last seen with some guy. I reevaluated what he told me about himself and realized I knew nothing concrete about him including his name. I promised my worried family that I would try not to end up a victim and would end the relationship. He called me late Sunday night and started off so wrong--"Baby, I ain't never gonna let you go. You've run off all of those other brothers, but I'm here to stay, you ain't gettin' rid of me." I swear I almost peed on myself, I asked him to explain and he just laughed and said he was trying to be sexy. I told him I needed some facts about him so I could start to trust him, he balked and complained. He rapidly accused someone of putting thoughts into my head about him and advised me to stop telling other people about "us" because they didn't want to see me happy.
At first, I was just a deer caught in headlights unsure if I wanted to chat or not, but feeling particularly intrigued, I answered. We went through the motions of a very brief conversation, swapping names and location info. He said he was in the same city and asked if we could progress to exchanging phone numbers. Because he kept me laughing for the few minutes we chatted online, I agreed and gave him my number. He called me immediately and we talked for another wonderful hour longer. I appreciate a nice, deep masculine voice and he lacked that, he had more of a scratchy comedian's voice which complemented his repertoire of jokes he spat out at record pace.
So he caught me by surprise and I wanted more of him, so we agreed to keep in contact and for the next couple of days he texted me and called me several times per day. I was shocked at his persistence, especially because he said he was a very busy real estate investor/contractor. I knew to wait for evidence and paid little attention to his online profile because he claimed to earn "$200-300K" per year, so I was just hoping to be entertained and was doubtful of everything he stated. However, I wasn't scared of him because he seemed to be emotionally genuine. During one of our marathon 3 hour-long phone convos, he let me overhear him put his son to bed as well as listen as he managed work at one of his home sites.
It didn't take but 3 long phone calls over the course of 3 days to get me to agree to a date. I just wanted to see him in person. So last Saturday night was the night we chose to finally meet. I was uncharacteristically late in getting ready because I had to work late that day, but he nearly worked my last nerve when he showed up an hour late for the date in a company pick up truck with a huge air conditioning unit piled on top. I was just fit to be tied after I directed him to the parking garage for my complex and came out to meet him.
I saw the offending parked truck before I saw him nearly 50 feet away with his back turned to me. I quickly surmised it was his vehicle when I saw "We buy/sell houses cheap" emblazoned across the side of the truck and decided I would not get my designer dress-clad body in that raggedy machine. I could almost smell the sweat from the construction workers emanating from it and I called out to my date so he would turn around as I approached him. He took his time and walked up to me only when I stopped 10 feet away from him. In all of his online photos he was donning shades and a bluetooth, so I begged him to leave them at home and I was pleased to see that he had. He was cute, just not as tall as the 5'10 he claimed, or so it felt in my 3inch heels. Regardless, I decided right then and there, that he was cute enough to be the first guy that it would be difficult to remain celibate with.
I said "hi", so did he and he asked me what I thought about him. I said "you're cute enough for me to drive around" and directed him to my car. We both climbed in and proceeded to have a wonderful date with the expected unexpected mishaps: 1-- He asked me to stop at an atm right after telling me how much he earns each year and how many accounts he has in so many banks; 2-- He made fun of fellow diners at the restaurant we dined in loud enough for them to overhear; 3-- He made plans for a Valentine's night hotel stay and/ or pretended to order concert tickets on his cellphone; 4-- under his directions, he had me drive us to a parking garage, where we talked in the car for 1.5 hours instead of going to a normal safer place like Starbuck's and 5-- He curses just as much as Samuel Jackson.
When he kept trying to get me to promise to do a weekend trip with him, he finally picked up on my hesitation. He's not a dummy and quickly asked me if I was inexperienced. I was driving at the time and was so ready to just kick him out of my car, but I waited a second and told him that I was indeed a virgin at 28, then he proceeded to laugh at me to no end. Then I started laughing, got embarassed and asked him to shut up. He just kept on and said that we could slow it down and that we could just hold each other when we spend the night together because he said he could see us ending up married and having children. He told me all of the things girls hear in highschool to prime them for giving it up and I just nodded instead of saying "n---- please". Truthfully, I'm older now and am very heterosexual; I need to get married asap and end this lusting phase. Being a virgin is cute when you're 18, but as you near 30, it's like a big "loser" sign tacked to your head and behind.
Throughout the night, my date would gaze deeply into my eyes, then my cleavage and rub his knees against my leg under the table. If I hadn't been saved, I could have raped him in my car, no lie. But because of Jesus, I silently repented and acted like I didn't notice a thing. So after getting me to agree to his Valentine's day plans ( I was lying, but hate to hear "baby, please"), we ended the date with a kiss and an embrace. There was no tongue involved, but he held himself up against me and my body responded instantaneously. When he pulled away from me and told me to call him when I got back into my apartment safely, I couldn't stop smelling his scent-- a mixture of cologne and his unique smell.
I gave him a quick call, thanked him and tried to shower his scent off of me. I couldn't nor could I sleep. The next day he was just as talkative as before and we chatted before and after church. I told my friends and family my good news and my family went ape crap. Internet love is a no-no and they reminded me about the hordes of unsolved murders of single women who were last seen with some guy. I reevaluated what he told me about himself and realized I knew nothing concrete about him including his name. I promised my worried family that I would try not to end up a victim and would end the relationship. He called me late Sunday night and started off so wrong--"Baby, I ain't never gonna let you go. You've run off all of those other brothers, but I'm here to stay, you ain't gettin' rid of me." I swear I almost peed on myself, I asked him to explain and he just laughed and said he was trying to be sexy. I told him I needed some facts about him so I could start to trust him, he balked and complained. He rapidly accused someone of putting thoughts into my head about him and advised me to stop telling other people about "us" because they didn't want to see me happy.
A decent guy would have at least agreed to confirm info as well as try and get to know you. I don't like they way things started off IMHO
What? This fool was running major game. He would have been kicked out at the next red light.
