"I just don't understand it. Women keep on ghosting me."
He said this during one of our phone conversations. I had sympathy in the moment, as I too had been ghosted before and it's never a good feeling. He was from the East Coast and was complaining about how West Coast women are more flaky. I jokingly assured him that more than likely it is just LA women, since LA men tend to have the same tendency.
He would walk up and down the streets of Downtown L.A.
This was part of his job. I don't know what the official title was, but he would empty the parking meters and take them back to his company for counting.
He picked me up for our first date and we headed to a local billiard house.
This particular venue had a restaurant and billiards under one roof. We decided to sit and eat dinner first. Before the server came to our table, he asked me what I was going to order.
Our first encounter was on Plenty of Fish.
For those that may not know, Plenty of Fish or more commonly known as POF, is an online dating app, and I feel it is appropriately named. There are tons of people on the site. This makes online dating more fun and exciting because you are exposed to different people and can consistently talk to a variety of people and meet up.
And then sometimes it gets annoying.
I spoke with this guy for about a week and it was all good. We planned to meet up for the first time on a Sunday afternoon.
The day was a little brisk, so I knew I’d be wearing in my new boots.
“I need to get out of my dad’s house, move in with you, so we can get married and you can rescue me.” This is how he started the conversation on day 3.
Mayday. Mayday. Houston, we have a problem.
