Over the last month, I've only logged into my dating profile a couple times here and there. I find I get the same guys messaging me over and over and not to mention, ex-husbands of people I used to go to highschool with. That was awkward. But on one occasion, I had received this new message from a guy we'll call "Dave"
Now, because I live so close to the United States, the dating site likes to show me matches in Michigan. I usually ignore most of them but Dave caught my interest. He was wow, just a great looking guy, his profile seemed decent and the city he lived in was only 20 minutes away. Hmm, alright let's talk.
Dave clearly never read my profile and I'll get to that in just one second. We started texting that night and the next morning, I really started contemplating dating an American. I really have nothing against them, but to me, it was asking for a whole wack load of issues. However, at the same time, it would be more of a challenge to see each other, and you wouldn't run the risk of over exposure. We could spend the day together here and there when my child wasn't home and I didn't have to worry about him showing up at my door step unexpectedly.
Back to him not reading my profile. Dave didn't realize I was Canadian considering he was asking me where the nearest Target was. I'm not even sure he looked at my pictures since he asked me to describe my looks He made the comment of "well I suppose I should start applying for my passport" and I was kinda taken aback. Yea I suppose you could, but that means you'd be seeing me not on my terms and in a way, that scared me. I learned Dave was originally from Chicago, had two almost teenagers that still lived there with their mother. Perfect! The fact that I won't be dealing with baby mama drama almost seemed to good to be true.
We shared a lot of the same goals in life, he wanted to eventually own a farm (all I want is a horse) and just retire somewhere in the country side. We shared the same taste in music and everything was going honky dory. I was really amping up to meet this guy until...
At one point, Dave revealed to me he was a "redneck". Ok, I asked him to elaborate, what did he consider being a redneck? I can tell you my version is someone who could apply and be cast on honey boo boo and duck dynasty and uses duct tape to fix anything. As long as you wear deodorant and shower once a day, being a redneck isn't that bothersome. What I wasn't expecting, was him revealing that he was a white supremacist.
I kid you not. I will PG 13 his comments: "I don't like seeing a white woman with a black man"...I'm censoring that folks. I apparently live in the 21st century and do not care or mind that mixed races or same genders combine. Really, it's none of my business and whatever makes people happy...go for it. But my visions of my farm with Shinedown blaring in the background came to a crashing halt. I have many family members whom have married interracial and clearly, Dave would have to stay away if I didn't want to have to post bail. No deal.
I kinda went off the handle with him and that comment and he quickly shut his mouth. Eventually our messages became less and less. I'm cordial with him, but I have no desire to keep day dreaming about how and when we'll meet. Being an almost KKK member, is a giant deal breaker.
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