My friends and I headed out for a jazz night at one of our favourite restaurants. It was our monthly girls’ hangout and I was so excited to catch up with them and hear about how life has been treating them. I was also looking forward to finally meeting a potential boyfriend. Honestly, I was tired of being single. I wasn’t even choosy and was willing to put up with a few bad habits.
It was probably my perfectionism that had made me stay single for so long. I was such a picky person that I once broke up with a guy because he didn’t make his bed as soon as he woke up. Now, I’m happy to have anyone who will cuddle with me.
However, I was feeling optimistic about hanging out with the girls. They always bring good energy which puts me in a good mood and makes me forget about my problems. Additionally, some of them were in relationships that made me feel good that I was single.
As expected, the girls were in high spirits and we all gave each other warm hugs. It was like everyone hadn’t seen each other in years.
“You look so good. I love your hair.” One of my friends, Diana, said to me.
“You look good too. I feel like I haven’t seen you in such a long time.”
“I know. A month is a long time though. Maybe we should change it to two weeks.”
“I think so. How’s the kiddo?”
“She is so good. She said her first words last week and she hasn’t stopped talking since then.”
As we were catching up, I notice a tall, dark gentleman walk past our table to the restrooms.
“He’s just your type,” Diana whispered to me after noticing that I was staring at him.
“I gave up on love a long time ago.”
“Who’s talking about love? Just have some fun.”
Maybe it was the wine but Diana was talking sense. I didn’t have to date every man that I met. Maybe that was the mistake I was making. I promised myself that I would talk to the guy by the end of the night and even if he had a few habits I didn’t like I would still give him a chance.
As the girls chatted, I sneaked away to the bar and sat at the counter hoping the handsome guy would join me.
“Give me a shot of tequila gold, please.”
I took the shot and as I went to order another one, I heard someone tap me from behind.
“Why are you drinking alone?” He asked.
I turned to see the guy I had been eyeing all night standing next to me.
“Do you want to drink with me?” I asked.
We took another shot then went back to his table where I stayed the whole night. Things started off great. He was charming and had one of the sexiest voices I had ever heard. Then, he asked me a question that changed my mood the whole night.
“Why are you still single? Do you have bad habits?”
Why would he assume that I was the problem? I wondered. However, I had promised myself that I was going to keep a positive attitude so I laughed and tried to make a joke out of it.
“I always date toxic men.”
“Really? I’m not going to lie to you. I’m a bit toxic too.” He said.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. I’ve broken a few hearts.”
That’s not a good thing.”
“I didn’t say I was a good person. I have bad habits.”
He went on to tell me about all his bad habits. From ghosting to gaslighting, Sam had done it all and he was proud of it. I’ve never met anyone who was proud of their bad habits but there’s always a first time for everything.
“What’s the longest time you’ve been with someone?” I asked.
“8 months. That was with my baby mama. I just don’t get attached to people that easily.”
No matter how hard I tried to look at the positive side of things, there was no way I could make sense of his attitude. I listened to all his bad stories about his bad habits until my friend came to get me.
“Hi, I’m Di…” she tried to introduce herself to Sam before I interrupted her.
“Thank God. Let’s get out of here.” I said getting up and pulling her away.
“That guy is out of his mind. He spent the whole night telling me how he’s toxic and has bad habits.”
“Maybe he’s just giving you a heads up.”
“It’s good that he did because I can’t imagine going through another bad relationship.”
“Don’t worry babe. You’ll find your Mr Right.”
At the end of the night, I bid my girls goodbye and headed back to my cold, lonely apartment. Throughout the whole drive to my place, I kept replaying the things that Sam had said to me. How can someone be proud of such things?
To make matters worse, he thought that these were things that he should bring up on a night out. Those were things you don’t even tell your best friends let alone a stranger. What was supposed to be a fun night out with my girls turned out to be one of the worst nights in my life and I became even more scared of getting back to dating.
Though I felt bad that the night didn’t go as I hoped it would, I was grateful that Sam was just another guy who I would never talk to again. Additionally, he made me appreciate the men that I had dated and made all my exes look like angels compared to him. After that horrible experience, I swore I would never take any other good man for granted.
He Was Too Good To Be True
My Date Bragged Too Much And Put Me Off
I Became A Matchmaker For My Friends Instead Of Dating
The Perfect Gentleman Turned Out To Be A Rude Freeloading Guest
My Date Tried To Bribe Me With An Expensive Gift
The Beautiful Date With Bad Table Manners
Her Friends Showed Up To Our Date And Wanted Me To Pay For Their Meal
He Showed Up To The Date With A Bad Flu
They Had The Worst First Date – Would She Be Open To Giving Him A Second Chance To Make Things Right?