I got excited about a date with this guy. I was using a dating site and was surprised I got a response back from him. To me, it literally made no sense. I have a double chin, am black, have an odd bone structure, the voice of an 11-year-old, a lazy eye, and am too shy to function. It made no sense, but I got excited, anyway.
In the dating site profile, my hair is straightened. And some of it is over my lazy eye, so I guess I look somewhat redeemable. With filters added on for good measure because I really think I'm super ugly. I washed my hair today, and only felt like drying it. So I didn't straighten it but it still looked decent.
So I get to the breakfast place. He arrives on time and I start being a nervous wreck. When I'm nervous, I stutter a lot. Not as much as someone with a legitimate stutter, but it's noticeable, I think. And I said "Sorry, I'm nervous. I haven't been on a date in so long."
Just me saying that made him have this annoyed face. He was staring at his phone and I asked what he liked to do for fun. He told me he liked to kayak and go climbing. I told him about my many talents, even though he didn't seem interested in knowing.
The mood was very awkward, so I just told him "I like your curly hair. It's nice." And he says, right to my fucking face
"That's cool and all but I'm not a fan of yours."
I started shaking because my anxiety went through the roof immediately. I think he was feeding on it emotionally. And he's like "So why was your hair straight in the photo?"
And I said "that photo was taken maybe two weeks ago. I don't always straighten it because it's a bit of a pain."
And he's like "So, like, do you have depression or something? Because I notice a lot of broads that act similarly and fake their profiles have some sort of mental problem."
And my voice was all shaky and I'm like "My profile was real. It's me. I just don't straighten my hair all the time." And he's like "Are you retarded or something?"
And I said "No." And I started tearing up and he's like "Yeah, I think I'm gonna head out. Nice meeting you. My bad. I can't do this."
And he just fucking LEAVES.
And I'm sitting there a shaky, teary, anxiety-ridden mess.
At least I tried right?