I met this guy on a dating app. I thought most of the men on the dating apps in the Glasgow area weren’t very attractive. My type is dark hair with tanned skin, with defined muscles, strong cheekbones and a beautiful smile. So obviously I thought most of the Glasgow men were subpar in appearance. But then I saw René, on the app and he was genuinely good looking. He was 30.
We start texting and he proposes we meet up that night at a club. Yeah, red flag for him being a slut. But I was going on a trip the next day and I wasn’t going to get any action while I was away so I agreed. I had to be at the bar in 1 hour and a half and I didn’t have a car so I quickly got ready and walked to the bar.
I was late because I was going to take the Subway but I forgot the Subway closes. Then I tried ordering an uber but the app doesn’t get me a driver. So I walk there. The place was a 25 minute walk away and that’s a long ass walk for some bitch you don’t even know anything about. I felt really dumb while walking there. I meet him, we talk in the cue for club entry. When we get inside he’s really cringe. He buys us drinks and tells me to finish it quickly so we can dance. [EW] And then we start dancing and he immediately puts his hands on my ass. [It’s giving older man thirsty for a much too young woman.] And then he buys 4 shots and I’m thinking 2 for each of us. And he said no they’re all for you. And says something about ‘ohh I don’t drink that much’ or something, I don’t remember that part. So I drink 3 of the shots and we go back to dancing and he starts being real cringey and starts talking like an old indian uncle who barely speaks english and is trying to get strippers to dance the way he wants them too, like “shake it shake it.” [Eww very very cringe, I 100% needed those shots of liquor.] We kiss, we leave the club and start walking back in the direction of where I live. No way I was sleeping with him but I was enjoying the company on my walk home. We stopped to chat a few times because it was so cold and I was getting winded from being drunk. We makeout outside my building and I tell him “see you in the new year, bye.”
I don’t hear from him for like 2 weeks, because it’s Christmas time. And then he texts me. We text for a bit. I propose us go on a real date. His response was “I really like homecooked food,”. And I reply with “I ain’t cooking for no man who isn’t my boyfriend.” He responds in poor English “So how I be your boyfriend? What is girl offering” [I shit you not that’s what he said.]
I went on a trip to Morocco and he texts me while I was there. He called me to make plans and it was a really nice phone conversation.
He’s genuinely beautiful and the guy I was hoping to date seriously didn’t want a 3rd date so I saw René again. He came over to my place, super late. [I hate that] We talk for 5 minutes and then he goes right to trying to take my clothes off. Like hold up, I’m not a prostitute billing you by the hour. I get him talking for 20 more minutes and then we start getting naked. He was built like a Greek god, like he was ripped as hell, so I think that made up for him being late.
He left early the next morning. I thought maybe I could train him into being a short-term boyfriend [yeah what was I thinking?].
So I don’t hear from him again for like a month. I thought he ghosted me but it turned out he had to take an emergency trip to Iran to see his family because his father went into a coma. And there's no Whatsapp in Iran. The day he texted this to me, he apologized and asked if he could come over. I asked why not I go to his place and he said he was ashamed of it and that I could see his place when he moved. [Yeah, I was wasting time on a 30 yr old who didn’t have his shit together. You can be getting your life together, but don’t make it my problem.]
He came over. I didn’t want to have sex. He essentially coerced me into it. He stayed the night. After the sex coercion I wanted to end things with him. Also he didn’t have time for me. Why are you seeing a woman when you know you don’t have time for her? To use her. Yeah so I texted him it’s over. I had to do it twice because he didn’t understand that he was not adequate the first time. And he replied with a bunch of stuff saying ‘I’m sorry I’m not rich. I wish I was so I could take care of you,’ and my friend said that’s a manipulation tactic; not an apology.
Almost the end: Later I saw he was listed as one of my recommended friends on Facebook. His name on Facebook was not René, it was Raf. And his surname was spelled differently.
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