Some people think the word “no” is mean. Sometimes the word “no” saves both parties time and energy. We all have those friends or married friends that try and help us single people out. Maybe some single people need a little push and shove help. I am not one of those people.
I was out with one of my married friends for a ‘Sunday Funday.’ We went to grab some food before heading to a beach concert. We had already been drinking and partying. The bartender was giving Mila and I the over flow from the frozen drinks he was making other customers. The gesture from the bartender sparked an idea for Mila and Willam. They thought it would be a great plan to start a conversation with him. They found out he was from Pittsburgh like us. These two thought he was good looking. They also thought we would be perfect together. There was one problem with that thought. He reminded me of my ex-boyfriend Gary. We all know how much I love the thought of that guy. ::insert heavy sarcasm::
I tried to explain to them that I did not want his number. I may be single, but I have fun on the side with someone. They couldn’t understand why I would want to pass up on this bartender. The dynamic duo took my phone and put his number in it along with his name. They proceeded to call him from my phone, so he had my number. My polite way of trying to say “no” clearly fell on deaf ears. Carter, the bartender, tried texting me to meet up at the concert. I was too drunk and had no desire to hang out with him. He sent me two messages Monday evening. I was already asleep after he sent the second one. He assumed that since I did not respond to his first message, an hour previous, that I must have been too drunk to remember him. My thoughts as I read his two messages on Tuesday morning, “No, asshole I remembered you. I just did not want to speak with you.” I responded in a short tone manner. I made sure to mention that he was coming off as impatient when it came to text messages. I didn’t hear from him the rest of the week. I thought I was in the clear since I was trying to make it apparent that I was not into him.
Saturday night arrives of that week. I went out with my two best guy friends for wings, beer and playoff hockey. Carter text messaged me asking what I was doing for the night. Ugh. My buddies saw the immediate reaction in my face upon looking at the message. I explained to them the situation. I responded to his text that I was out with my buddies at Hooters having wings and beer. That clearly should have been understood that I was out with guy friends. Carter proceeded to text me that he had an open bar tab at some bar if I wanted to hang out. My buddies took it upon themselves to try and write a message back to Carter. We sent a message to him asking if that meant it was for all of us since I wasn’t ditching my friends. Carter came back with a douche bag response that the bar tab was for him and I only. At this point, my two guy friends and I were all annoyed with him. The next message he sent was truly hysterical and perplexing. He said, “I know you don’t want to hang with me, it is what it is, you’re just gonna have to suck it up.” Ha. Carter caught the hint that I was not interested yet he thought that I did not have a choice in the matter?
I was right. Carter more than resembled my ex-boyfriend Gary. He also had a douche bag personality like him. I am not a pro at picking the right men, but I am good at picking up on vibes. He did not spark anything inside me let alone those good vibes. His impatient messages and ignorant comments were irritating. The best part was I realized I recognized him from Tinder. I swiped left on him. Ha. I guess even in a stack of men I knew that he wasn’t a good match for me. I love Mila and William for having good intentions. It was heart warming that they care about me, but ain’t nobody got time for all that. The next time I feel that way I will just say, “No.” Carter can share his bar tab with another broad because I don’t care to suck anything up besides a drink in a straw.