Help me find my Third Eye!

If you have been following along, I recently called up this attorney that I have been flirting with over the phone for the past few months, and asked him to lunch.

He is really great conversation and even though we have only met once, I was pretty sure that if we went out on the date there would be more fun in store for me.

He came to my office to pick me up and we had Mexican. I am not a big fan but it was close and I was on a tight schedule. We sit down to lunch and I get my first big red flag.

1. He orders - nachos and dip, tortella shells and butter, and a diet coke - this is before looking at the menu! And doesn't ask me what I want!

Okay, so I figure he is really hungry and the man is busy and there are many other reasons why I should not over react.

Big Red Flag No. 2

2. His phone rings, and we have not ordered yet, he does the unthinkable, he answers and proceeds to engage in a long conversation with a friend!

Okay, so I am turned off at this point and his ass is definitely picking up the goddamn check. So we order and continue with the small talk.

3. His phone rings again and between stuffing his face with nachos he manages to hold yet another conversation.

Arrrrrghhh! He gets off the phone, we are able to have a decent exchange of conversation. That leads to a little laughter and relaxation. The food arrives and the meal is good.

Near right before we ask for the check he delivers the final blow...

4. "My wife lives in Texas!"

What? Who? Where? HUH!

The bastard is married. I am sitting at a lunch date talking about the single life and the online dating scene (he happily wants to join) and he is married with a wifey somewhere. I felt my third eye twitch but still can't find the sucker. Goddamnit! What is wrong with me?

I felt my face disengage from my head and roll onto the floor. I had to hold my jaw up while I fumbled my way back to the office.

5. At the front door he stops me and offers this compliment "You have an amazing body." What?

I could barely make it into the office and out of my coat before I called YaYa. "Girl he's married." She must have been silent for at least thirty seconds before she said "What?" My sentiments exactly!

Ahhhhhhggggguuuuhhhhh! What did I do in my former life Lord, why! I was not in love with him but it just seemed just my luck that I would eventually be on a date with a married man. I am still waiting a wake up next to a half sibling I did not know about.

Ladies, lend a sister a helping hand, help me find my third eye!


MY ASIDE
I think the general consensus now is just HIT IT and BOUNCE.
I am in agreement the only downside to it is that you really don't know what a person has and I am not willing to put myself out there on just the Pill and a condom. God knows, with the Down Low epidemic that our black men are falling prey to, I don't want to be a statistic wailing about how he "looked" straight.

Anyway I have been craving a little action lately and either a trip to the local sex shop is in order or we need to find some ass. Bring on the strippers!


Call me at work girl when you see this. I was working on it late last night and I thought it would be a riot (yes I used the term, get over it, move on!) if you saw it.