After our magical date to Aladdin, he sent me these series of messages:So after a great date and receiving messages like this, I was pretty surprised of this Millennials inability 2 send a text message confirm plans. Saturday, I hadn't heard from him, so I reached out because, ain't nobody got time for that. Crickets. I called him later that night, leaving another date. Still crickets. Wishing I would have remembered at that moment his favorite phrase of what he knew he deserved. I went to bed and awoke to two missed calls and a text saying to meet him at the beach for breakfast. "It supposed to rain all day, I responded. So..." Going to the beach in the rain is the most fun, he practically squealed via text. Or at least that's how I interpreted it. You're pretty hard-pressed to get me to deny an invitation to the beach, so I was ready, suit tied, sunscreen lathered, and backpacked. He took me to a beach about 45 minutes away since it was more private and he thought he got the military discount. Apparently, when you're inactive, you lose that status. I laughed it off that he certainly not his uncle's favorite nephew. Like he's never heard of Uncle Sam joke before, he laughed. We stopped at a cute little seafood shop on the way to the beach since I was famished. This meal was kind of a game changer. He revealed not only does he have divorce on his books, but the girl immediately following the divorce, cheated on him. This was only revealed through her Clinic from an infection she received. Girl that's got to be the worst. He said he was clean, yet incredibly betrayed. This relationship ended in March or April. Kind of recent, but being as empathetic as possible, but then he hit me with the truth that he resided in Virginia. When the fuck were you going to tell me that? This is why I don't date military or recently inactive military guys. He's only here for 3 months for work training.That is some shady, shady stuff. So, after divulging this information a little hard to swallow, we proceeded to the beach. We had a great time in the water.... or so I thought. The over-analyzing, slightly hyper-aware side of me noticed that he didn't touch me...not more than once. He didn't swim closer than two feet from me most the day, but we had fairly consistent conversation. I certainly don't have the build to be wearing an itty bitty teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini (nor have I shown my stomach like that near water since I was 13), but I'm not repulsive in a tankini (long two piece bathing suit). Well, he made me feel like it. It's kinda something I can sense... especially from someone not the least bit shy about conveying his surface values. 90% of the guys I know would have had no problem being closer than two feet from me in the OCEAN and wouldn't have discarded me because my body isn't a size 4. I know because following this date, I asked a couple of my guy friends to make sure. When he suggested we leave the beach, he suggested another adventure. Why does this sound familiar? Obviously, I was up for the challenge, even though my self-esteem was a tad low. I was curious if he was just saying it so I reiterated, "Hey, be honest. If you've had enough Stephanie for the day, no worries. I can just shower at home and chill." "No. Let's just reconvene. I'll shower at my house, you at yours, and I'll text you." Yet another hint he's losing attraction towards me. Guys that are into me, even the respectful ones, would have at least made a joke or suggestion about, I don't know getting a rub a dub dub together ( rubber duckie may be required). I knew then I wouldn't see him again. The ride home, he played Tom Petty and beamed saying, "See? I listen." Smiling, I knew this didn't change anything. Maybe it was something he did so his conscious would simmer down. As we pulled up to my house, he kissed me lightly and with no emotion. I didn't look back after closing his door. He just closed it on me, why bother? I wasn't surprised when it took him over an hour to text: "Not to be an asshole but, I'm just gonna stay and get food here." As my fairwell and reassurance to both myself and him that he did not break me and I knew I deserved honesty and values beyond skin-deep, I said: "oh! lol I've been in my pj's over an hour! When you make adventures, I just assume you're gonna renege ;P" I didn't expect a response, but he managed a: "Damn. Sounds comfy." Nothing like a blow to the ole self-esteem. I guess he couldn't handle that my hips didn't lie about the couple burgers and fries. Remember the crumbs from last night's post? Here's your use for Mr. Deserted. He deserted a Miss Dates and Cakes.... if only he knew I had the other s....
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