What can I say about the Duke? He was a real entertainer. Knew how to play.... the game that is...
I met 'Duke' when I was happily minding my business, helping a senior citizen learn how to use the internet. No, no community service. I'm just that type of woman. ;-)
He was intrigued by what I was doing. And so, when I explained myself, somehow he pulled me into further conversation. The man was bold... I give you that. He flatly asked my number. I said why. He responded, "because I think Id like to get to know you." Simple. Bold. Effective. I gave it to him.
For three months, we whirled and wined in and out of happiness and confusion. He was absolutely pleasant when he was with me. Patient, funny, and kind. When he wasn't with me, it was sometimes difficult just to get him on the phone, regularly. He did this thing I call 'ghost.' It means that he just disappeared into thin air, like a ghost, at times. No calls. No dates. Or even worse, canceling dates.
Well, his birthday was the icing on the cake. I planned a very beautiful evening for this man. There was even cooking involved. By the end of the evening, it was determined that he wouldn't be able to make it... but he didn't tell me until the next day.
Oh boy did I let him have it.....
I let Duke know that I was fed up, and that I would no longer put up with his foolishness. And I didn't mention this earlier, but he had this sort of secretiveness to him. Always claiming there was something he wasn't comfortable telling me yet.
That day, when I was fed up, he finally told me.
Duke was a gigolo........
*pause*
For those of you laughing too hard to continue on, I understand. For those of you in confusion, a gigolo is a male prostitue. You know, Deuce Bigolow? Oh, that's not what you're confused about? Oh ok...
*play*
I sat staring at my phone (he, of course, texted all this to me, coward that he was), mouth open... confused, and laughing, and waiting for the punk'd cameras. My first thought? "Men still do that sh**?!!" The secret life of college students.....
My second thought? Well, that one was actually a medley of reasons why we could no longer be together. I can sum them all up with three letters: W. T. F....
And that was the end of me and Duke. Three months of being wooed by a prostitute. A whore. A courtesan. A- ok you get the picture. And what did I learn from this?
*TAKE TIME TO LEARN HIM. This is for fellas too. It takes longer than a week to know how someone will behave. He didn't immediately fall off the face of the earth. At first he was very doting and attentive.
*DON'T 'GIVE IT UP' QUICK. One of my first few thoughts was a sincere relief that we had never slept together, and an understanding as to how he could be so patient about it. Now I know.... Ladies... and I guess fellas too. People are nasty out there. Let someone SHOW you that they are willing to work for the privilege of your physical gifts. Wait a little while. It may save your life.
*KNOW YOUR LIMITATIONS. Now... I know some people may say three months wasn't a long time to be dating, but it was too long to be putting up with 'mess.' I realized that I'm not the kind of woman who is ok with not talking to/seeing/communicating with a guy for weeks at a time. Especially not someone who is seemingly adament about 'making something meaningful' with me. Its just not me. If that starts to happen, I now just start to move on. Won't even ask questions. Ill just play 'ghost' myself. And not on purpose. But I got too much life to live to be waiting on someone who is uninterested.
*EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED. Of course you can't really expect the unexpected... just like I never knew homeboy was a concubine. But you can be sure that life will throw you some curve balls. And when it does, keep your head up, and take it light.
That's it for now blokes.
Be happy and let love find you.
Peace.
I met 'Duke' when I was happily minding my business, helping a senior citizen learn how to use the internet. No, no community service. I'm just that type of woman. ;-)
He was intrigued by what I was doing. And so, when I explained myself, somehow he pulled me into further conversation. The man was bold... I give you that. He flatly asked my number. I said why. He responded, "because I think Id like to get to know you." Simple. Bold. Effective. I gave it to him.
For three months, we whirled and wined in and out of happiness and confusion. He was absolutely pleasant when he was with me. Patient, funny, and kind. When he wasn't with me, it was sometimes difficult just to get him on the phone, regularly. He did this thing I call 'ghost.' It means that he just disappeared into thin air, like a ghost, at times. No calls. No dates. Or even worse, canceling dates.
Well, his birthday was the icing on the cake. I planned a very beautiful evening for this man. There was even cooking involved. By the end of the evening, it was determined that he wouldn't be able to make it... but he didn't tell me until the next day.
Oh boy did I let him have it.....
I let Duke know that I was fed up, and that I would no longer put up with his foolishness. And I didn't mention this earlier, but he had this sort of secretiveness to him. Always claiming there was something he wasn't comfortable telling me yet.
That day, when I was fed up, he finally told me.
Duke was a gigolo........
*pause*
For those of you laughing too hard to continue on, I understand. For those of you in confusion, a gigolo is a male prostitue. You know, Deuce Bigolow? Oh, that's not what you're confused about? Oh ok...
*play*
I sat staring at my phone (he, of course, texted all this to me, coward that he was), mouth open... confused, and laughing, and waiting for the punk'd cameras. My first thought? "Men still do that sh**?!!" The secret life of college students.....
My second thought? Well, that one was actually a medley of reasons why we could no longer be together. I can sum them all up with three letters: W. T. F....
And that was the end of me and Duke. Three months of being wooed by a prostitute. A whore. A courtesan. A- ok you get the picture. And what did I learn from this?
*TAKE TIME TO LEARN HIM. This is for fellas too. It takes longer than a week to know how someone will behave. He didn't immediately fall off the face of the earth. At first he was very doting and attentive.
*DON'T 'GIVE IT UP' QUICK. One of my first few thoughts was a sincere relief that we had never slept together, and an understanding as to how he could be so patient about it. Now I know.... Ladies... and I guess fellas too. People are nasty out there. Let someone SHOW you that they are willing to work for the privilege of your physical gifts. Wait a little while. It may save your life.
*KNOW YOUR LIMITATIONS. Now... I know some people may say three months wasn't a long time to be dating, but it was too long to be putting up with 'mess.' I realized that I'm not the kind of woman who is ok with not talking to/seeing/communicating with a guy for weeks at a time. Especially not someone who is seemingly adament about 'making something meaningful' with me. Its just not me. If that starts to happen, I now just start to move on. Won't even ask questions. Ill just play 'ghost' myself. And not on purpose. But I got too much life to live to be waiting on someone who is uninterested.
*EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED. Of course you can't really expect the unexpected... just like I never knew homeboy was a concubine. But you can be sure that life will throw you some curve balls. And when it does, keep your head up, and take it light.
That's it for now blokes.
Be happy and let love find you.
Peace.
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