Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger -- Wait, yes you are!

I’d like to update the status of my most recent blog post. Remember when I said the last dating situation was normal, but just didn’t work? Can’t remember? Re-Read this. I JUST now received a text message from this guy, like 3 or so weeks after the fact of our last date. As a reminder, our last planned date never did happen. It didn’t happen because I did not want to go sit on his couch and watch a movie with someone I barely know and met off the internet. On Friday, while shopping with a friend, I get a text message. I look, and it’s from this guy. We will call him The Burger King, because that is where he works as a ‘manager’. Surprise to see a text from him I open it. Brace yourselves for what ridiculous sounds like.

Text Transcript:

The Burger King: Hey, I wanted to thank you for showing me how gold diggers act.

Me: Excuse me? I think you are completely misinterpreting what my direct enough words were. I was not comfortable watching a movie in your house. Sooo how that turned into gold digger is beyond me.

The Burger King: You are ok to get drunk in public with me but when the money ran out you ran out of time for me and obviously you had no concern to even text after that.

Me: Enough. Lose my number. I don’t need or deserve this for not compromising what I didn’t want.

The Burger King: Good luck getting more free drinks elsewhere

Now, my comments.

Gold digger? This makes me laugh audibly loud. As any of you know, as my friends, I am the furthest thing from a gold digger. I had no issues with his lack of money. Hell, I have a lack of money, who am I to judge? Second of all, the money ran out? Really? We went on two ‘dates’. I offered to pay my own tab each time. The total of our bills were approximately $50 for the two of us for both dates. The half date we went on was to the park and batting cages, pretty much a free one, and one that I enjoyed. All the lavish gifts and fancy places we went left me so spoiled that I wouldn’t hang out with you on your couch because of the lifestyle I became accustomed to with you. PahLeeeese. Gross. Burger King, go flip some more Whoppers and get a fucking life. Oh, and by the way, I don’t need any luck getting “more free drinks”. I pay for my own and am offered a drink every time I go out. And as for you insinuating I am an alchi, bend over and shove my empty bottle of Tanqueray up your tight ass.

/end rant.

So, dear ones, there is another one that goes down in history for being one of the most eff’ed up situations that happens only to yours truly. I will flip my effin’ lid if he makes another attempt at insult 4 weeks from now.