Monday, November 24, 2008

The Dirty Old Man

Ok before I tell you the story let me just say I set myself up for this and I know that.

Well about six months ago I signed up to work with Prim.erica and I have to get my insurance license. My plan was to take the insurance class on the internet but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't sit at my computer for 40 hours and actually take the quizzes after every unit. I could do the class but just not 40 hours. So I had my trainer sign me up for the class where I would be forced to sit there for the 40 hours--one of my biggest mistakes lately!

The class was the last two weekends. The instructor was a seemingly nice older gentleman and he was the only other black person there. I decided the first weekend that I was going to Rub.y Tues.day's for lunch and he asked could he meet me there. Cool--you know I pay for my food and you pay for yours. Well we talked during lunch about nothing of importance at least to me. I remember he asked me if I was dating but I didn't think anything of it. He later asked me what were good places to eat in the area (he was from a different part of the state) and I told him about a Japanese place. So I thought he would have gone later that night. Well the next day I saw him he said he didn't get a chance to go but he would go the next weekend and then asked if I wanted to go. I said sure once again not thinking anything of it and not minding another free meal. I learned my lesson no meal is ever free.

So the second weekend rolls around and I go to class Friday night. He says something to me about my nice shape and it made me a little uncomfortable but I thought nothing of it. The next day we go to the Japanese restaurant. We are talking even though I feel a little uncomfortable. He asked me what was the oldest person you have ever dated. I was thinking what the hell. I told him six years. So then he was like hypothetically speaking would you go out with a man who just wanted to take you out for lunch on occasion. I was like that is cool. Then he throws himself into the equation. Can you say nasty? Earlier in the day he told our class that he graduated from high school in 1969. He is older than my parents. This man is 30 years older than me. His youngest child is older than me. Can you say nasty?

The other issue I had with him was he knew it was wrong. If anyone knows me they know that I talk about my family all the time and I especially talk about my mommy and granny. Well anyway I was talking about my mommy and she called me while I was at dinner. At some point during the dinner this man told me that I can't tell my mom about him liking me. He also kept talking about whether or not I thought anything was wrong with us going to dinner. I didn't think anything was wrong until I realized he was a nasty old man.

I was just happy that yesterday was the last day I had to see him. I mean what could we possibly have in common. He has 3 children and 5 grandkids and I have no children. He has retired from his job and I have yet to have my first permanent job. I mean we are just at different points in our lives. I want to get married and have kids. I can't do that with him and even if I could I wouldn't do it b/c it is just nasty.

3 comments:

Myra said...

LMAO! Oh my gosh, girl, I probably would have died.

My pretend boyfriend from last year was 42, same age as my older brothers; fortunately, his kids are younger than me LOL but he was very uncomfortable with the age difference once he found out my age.

Good luck with the exam.

Sha Boogie said...

I got two words for you:

GREY. PUBES.

EWWW!!!!

Myra said...

The old man - my pretend boyfriend - was Kenny. I don't know if I told you about him. He lives here in NJ. He told me a few days before my birthday that we weren't going out, but that he hoped I had fun, so I told him, "it was fun while it lasted" and hung up on him and changed my #. He had started being strange once he found out my age.