CONTEST ENTRY – My Red Flag‏

Posted by Jay Kay on 07/09/2010

I once went out with a guy I met while working at a tanning salon. He came in regularly and we would have good little chats until one day he asked me out. I agreed – he seemed to have a good head on his shoulders – he was young and successful and we’d had some great conversations. My only reservation was that he wasn’t much taller than me, (I’m 5’4), but I figured why not! The night came and he picked me up right on time in his Porsche. Nice car, I will say. Then he goes, “Let me just stop by my house quick, I want to grab my other car. I don’t want to drive this one anymore.”….. Okay, so we go pick up his “other” car… He pulls up to this gorgeous apartment right downtown and we then get into his Escalade to go for dinner. At this point I’m thinking SHOWBOATER! Then he takes me for “dinner” to this upscale ultralounge and proceeds to start ordering shots of Patron. (Which, btw, he totally butchered the pronounciation of the name). After a few shots, I was starving and casually asked about dinner. So he suggests we go to his house and he’ll cook! I thought, SCORE! but at the same time was a little weirded out by his actions. (Women have an intuition, and it’s usually spot on.) Okay, so we leave and he makes a stop at the liquor store, picks up a bottle of Grey Goose and we go to a different house than previous, (Showboating again?!?!) and he doesn’t bother to cook, just tries to start feeding me booze and take my clothes off. Shortly after arriving, I asked him to take me home.Guys like that have all this money and can buy whatever they want – and they view women as posessions – just something else to buy. Uncool.If I’m going to date a guy with money, you can be rest assured that he will be taking me for dinner BEFORE trying to feed me alcohol. haha Oh, and the real kicker was, it wasn’t even HIS house he took me to the second time… It was his sister’s because he was looking after her dog while she was on vacation. What a douche. That’s my story. I’m sure there are more like it, but as soon as I heard about this website/book, I knew I had to share.

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